A Raggant in Aerwiar

A Raggant in Aerwiar

Two years ago today, I arrived in Charlotte, North Carolina—my official move from northern climes to the south. The move was a bit haphazard in that I had come down for working visit a few weeks earlier and didn’t move my belongings down until a few months later, but March 31 was my official arrival. During my transition time after […]

The Mess at the Wall

About a week ago, I posted a new piece at the Church at Charlotte blog. I was recently disappointed. It wasn’t a huge thing, but the disappointment is real and it’s been roiling around in my soul for a while now and I’ve been wrestling with God over it. Around the same time, a friend asked me about my walk […]

Though We’re Strangers

I put up a post about a month ago at my church’s blog that I haven’t shared here yet. It contains references to Rich Mullins and oblique references to Hutchmoot, just so you know what you’re getting into. My first year the weekend missed my expectations entirely, but was one of the best weekends of my life. I found things […]

Post-Moot

We are post-Hutchmoot again, and I am certain I will have many things to say in the next few days, but I’ll begin with a few quotes.

Catching Up

I have, again, been remiss in posting here, but I do have some recent posts elsewhere. Here’s a bit of a recap: Saturday: Sabbath Wondering what the day between the crucifixion and resurrection sounded like. When I lived in Pennsylvania, my small town had a Chabad- Hasidic Jewish synagogue at the top end of State Street. Newtown was full of […]

Perception and Grace

I seem to have fallen off the wagon here again with the writing thing…but once in a while I write elsewhere, so here’s a glimpse of what’s in my head. I’ve got a new post up at the Church at Charlotte blog, in which I address “The Dress” and talk about Andy Gullahorn. So it can’t be all bad. (P.S. […]

The Story Needs to Be Told

The Story Needs to Be Told

Four years ago, I walked through the gas chambers at Auschwitz. I stood in between the barracks buildings and imagined Nazi soldiers unloading masses of humanity from trains and pushing them along the gravel roads toward extermination. I stood in concrete buildings looking through glass into rooms filled with the belongings of the people who lost their lives there: one […]