Junk, Jesus, and a Guy Named Craig
Halloween is approaching, so I have a story about haunted barns, Zacchaeus, and free junk on Craigslist. No seriously, I do. There’s a shed at the Goble Ranch we simply call the back shed. It was…
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Greenskeepers Hate Me: A Confession
Remember last week when I went overboard with a golfing metaphor about spiritual formation? Well, I’ve got a follow-up story that makes that metaphor even more ridiculous. This story is about bad discipleship. It was…
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Your Spiritual Handicap
Last week I wrote about junkyard spiritual disciplines—the cobbled-together mash-up of practices from many traditions welded into something that works for me. That was my list. But here’s the thing: your mileage may vary. What impacts…
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Lose a Ring
Have you ever noticed that sometimes it takes losing what we thought mattered most to discover what we actually need? Last week I wrote about what donors really want out of their relationship with a…
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Flat Tire Theology
For the last few months, I’ve been asking people what they personally want out of their relationship with a nonprofit. I push them past the easy answers—“to make a difference,” “to help those in need”—and ask what…
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Walt’s Wood Shop
The tools we need for our spiritual journey can sometimes stop working. I was reminded of this in a recent conversation with one of my closest spiritual companions. We’re about the same age, and we…
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The More Things Change…
It was the summer of 1970 when my father took me on a road trip along the East Coast. We flew to Miami, rented a car, and explored the sights as we drove more or…
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I know in part
A recent interaction with a church goer left me discouraged. The conversation with this person wasn’t negative or cynical. I mean no disrespect to the person if they read this post. But it did leave…
