Jesus was a refugee. How can we worship one refugee and turn our backs on others? 

I, like you, am heart broken by the picture of 3 year old Aylan washed up on the beach in Turkey. Perhaps it is because I first saw the picture 3 seconds after looking into the face of my 3 month old son and feeling sick at the thought of being that poor child ‘s father. His father survived the sinking of the boat they hoped would save them from terror. I’m sure he wishes he hadn’t. I cannot imagine the turmoil he is in. I, like you, am sickened by the language of much of our media who seem … Continue reading Jesus was a refugee. How can we worship one refugee and turn our backs on others? 

Holy Spirit Postman

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I turn 33 in ten days. I have a strange relationship with birthdays, I love getting cards and gifts from my friends but find the tumult of Facebook acknowledgments from people I haven’t seen in years a little strange. I like the play guess the sender by the handwriting on the envelope; I am usually wrong.  Continue reading “Holy Spirit Postman”