We’re gone with a gasp. Add them all up and we may last Seventy or eighty years. We’re so proud of what we do, But it’s really just one struggle after another. So quickly spent. […]
We’re gone with a gasp. Add them all up and we may last Seventy or eighty years. We’re so proud of what we do, But it’s really just one struggle after another. So quickly spent. […]
I feel my mortality. Perhaps it’s my job. I see lots of death. There’s really no getting around it as a hospital chaplain. Perhaps it’s my age. Hitting my 50s has coincided with the death […]
I think about my death a lot. I imagine what it might be like to be on my death bed, so weak I need a machine to breathe for me. I wonder who might gather […]
A rendering of Psalm 90, which is amazed at God’s immortality but struggles with our fleeting mortality, feeling it’s because God is angry with us.
“Don’t strike the rock!” The hand-written note was taped to my desk where I would see it every day. I was pastoring a congregation going through significant change and I knew that with the pushback […]