Cancer has reduced my father’s robust frame to skin-covered bones. His bombastic voice has deflated to a chirping whisper. But his 84-year-old blue eyes still sparkled when he abruptly made a comment that, to fully appreciate, requires decades of context….
Unearthing an unnecessary death
My wife is in declutter mode, a seasonal psychological disorder similar to photosynthesis. Warming weather and increased hours of sunshine renew her fear that we will die inconveniently for our children, who will be forced to sort mountains of detritus…
A tale of genocide and preschoolers half a world apart
On April 12, the first Sunday after Easter, I led a Sunday school class of little ones through an interactive Stations of the Cross. This was an activity I had done during Holy Week, and a Sunday school teacher loved…
Walk with me, Jesus
It is Easter season in the Christian community and, like many gospel preachers around the world, I have taken as my Sunday texts the stories of the Risen Lord: How he appeared to his friends and followers, and how they…
Good Friday: Empty chairs at empty tables
The morning began the way mornings are supposed to begin. Children arrived with backpacks slung over their shoulders, voices rising and falling in the easy rhythm of laughter and routine. Classrooms filled. Lessons began. It was, in every visible way,…
How to write an obituary
Recently, I heard a radio news story about how people are turning to artificial intelligence to write obituaries for their loved ones when they pass. And I thought to myself, “Writing an obituary isn’t that hard; why do people need…
‘Beautiful, ain’t it?’ Our tragic, magic lives
On Sunday mornings before worship, I check the news to see if there are any new tragic deaths that need to be mentioned. Sometimes I end up writing concerns in the margins of the sermon or the prayers of the…
Why I eat an orange every Christmas
Things were not merry and bright for Edison Cantwell and his five children during the 1932 Christmas season. Christmas was not a welcome time for the Cantwells. Even so, the Christmas of 1932 was going to be a memorable one….
Upside Down Advent: Joy versus sorrow
Fair warning up front: I’m going to mess with one of your favorite hymns today. Be prepared. But first, a story. As I was writing this lesson, I got a message from a friend whose beloved cat died Thursday. We…
The making of a martyr
The gunshot that killed Charlie Kirk at Utah Valley University Sept. 10 changed everything. The conservative activist’s assassination tornadoed through America’s Christian nationalist movement, which reeled at the loss of one of its greatest warriors in a battle for the soul…
James Dobson and Charlie Kirk and whether to rejoice in death
Over the past several weeks, my mind has called back to the words of 1 Corinthians 13:6 over and again as high-profile death announcements flash across my feeds: “Love does not delight in evil but rejoices in the truth.” I…
The grief of a caregiver
For many years, my journey in the “care of souls” has led me to walk alongside those who are grieving. This path has taken me from a ministry setting to managing a mental health department in a maximum security prison,…