“You’re never more like Jesus than when you pray for others,” Max Lucado says in his new book Before Amen. When I read those words I thought, “Wow,” then paused and asked, “Do I really feel like Jesus when I … Continue reading →
Do you sit when you pray? Do you have a favorite chair? And why would one chair matter more than another, especially for prayer? It seems like tricky business when we link something material, like a chair, to something spiritual, … Continue reading →
John Wesley is close to the office. We’re only half a block away from the John St. Methodist Church, founded in 1766, the oldest Methodist congregation in America. The current church dates from 1840. Like a lot of churches in … Continue reading →
Last night as we were caroling in the neighborhood, I was thinking about how many of the songs we sing at Christmas are also prayers. It’s such a busy time of year, it’s easy enough to forget your daily prayers. … Continue reading →
This morning on the subway I was thinking of that passage from Matthew about how when you do something for “the least of these,” you do it for Jesus. I’d been wondering–praying–how I would know which of “the least of … Continue reading →
Ever been around one of those infectiously enthusiastic people who exclaims over the beauty of the day, no matter what the state of the weather, always finding something to praise? Ever wonder why the psalms are filled with one passage … Continue reading →
Monday morning I sat down to my desk piled with books, files, notes, all screaming at me: “GET TO WORK, RICK! YOU ARE WAY BEHIND.” I logged on to the computer, girded for a backload of emails, all of them … Continue reading →
I’ve always loved visiting cemeteries. They don’t seem morbid or sad to me, with their rows of weather-beaten gravestones and marble angels ascending plinths and resting on tombs, but they feel like prayerful places. On Sunday I visited the old cemetery … Continue reading →
What is it about praying for your kids that you swing from wildly ambitious hopes to woefully mundane fears, never sticking to one or the other? At least that’s what happens to me. My two boys are great. Both in … Continue reading →
Some might say that Bob lost his battle to cancer, but I figure he won it. Big time. I don’t know why we use that phrase “battle with cancer” as though every treatment, every dose of chemo, every round of … Continue reading →
