PRISMATIST

This is an essay drawn from a sermon preached on World Communion Sunday, October 7, 2018, at Peace United Church of Christ, Duluth,...

Long tunnels of night Through the sweet, sulfur air The road always narrower “Are we there?”

Nova Scotia is very forested.  

I was driving through Texas Hill Country with my mom last month ...

U.S. Supreme Court Amended Version

You can’t be surprised unless you have expectations. 

Photographic tour of Iceland

I woke up to the sound of foghorns: long, deep, incessant foghorns.

As all the world knows, J. Donald Kent, voluntarily stopped driving three weeks before his 98th birthday

Every year I look forward to the precious few weeks when plants break the surface of the earth.

Sometime after midnight on July 6, 1982, my brothers and I climbed the old cherry-picker ladder

What is necessary for “community”?  A dictionary definition says it is members of a social group who have something in common - a...

I channeled this song from the Animal Kingdom…so please don’t shoot the messenger!

When I stepped off the plane in Honolulu in the winter of 1978 I was a dazed, pasty-skinned 23-year-old with no return ticket.

As some of you may know, I am a substitute teacher in Arlington schools. 

I hadn’t planned on ringing in the New Year three thousand miles from Times Square.

My Dad is a minister.. many ministers have other interests they pursue with “religious” fervor

It was early in the morning the day before Christmas and Ezra, as usual, was sitting at his desk

It’s not that I don’t give a damn, or that I’m giving up, exactly. I’m just tired of it.

Like everyone else who claims to be a fundamentalist (or for this purpose an originalist) in their chosen pursuit,