Wondering Wanderer

Fishers of Men

In the dozen years I have been a member of the Presbyterian Church in Canada my life has been touched and transformed by some remarkable people. Many of them have been other lay members whose friendship and inspiration have nursed life’s bruises and rekindled flagging spirits, but important in a different sense have been those called to the ministry of word and sacrament.

God Laughed, I Hope

As this series winds toward its conclusion, I find myself reflecting on the dozen-or-so years I’ve enjoyed in our church. It’s not surprising that the moments that linger are moments of laughter.

Life After Death 2.0

Most readers will have guessed from my wanderings that I’m on the back nine of life. As I made the turn, I hoped to make more birdies on the way home than I did on the outward nine. It depends, of course, on who’s keeping score but on m my card.

Life After Death

In a coincidence that I think was unconnected with the loss of a beloved sister-in-law during the last Christmas season, I have read two books about death and resurrection in recent weeks.

Serving God

One of the things about joining a church, it soon became clear, is that you’re expected to serve God. Apparently that meant more than just showing up on Sundays, ruminating about the message, and dropping a few dollars in the plate. You actually gotta do something.

What Would Marshall McLuhan Say?

In my youth I became a fan of Marshall McLuhan, cryptic sage of “the medium is the message.” His thesis, as I understood it, is a useful prism through which to deconstruct the present-day plight of the churches our age calls mainstream. You know, the ones with all the puzzled faces in the few pews the are occupied. Even Presbyterian ministers are writing revolutionary essays and letters in the pages of the Record.

Wondering Still

This marks my tenth little step along this wandering, wondering path and, though the theologians have winced and the traditionalists have shuddered, they haven’t thrown me out of the Presbyterian Church yet.

Hear the Word of God

The challenge, the delight, of “doing radio” alone in a darkened studio is to make listeners of those who only hear. Dictionaries are a little ambiguous about my hair splitting, but when the reader proclaims: “Hear the word of God,” I think “listen to God’s word” might be more fruitful instruction.

How Do You Pray?

The dawning new year seems a moment that needs prayer as we face the unkown ahead. I suppose there is a course about prayer I could sign up for somewhere and maybe it would be helpful, like consulting a golf pro about my backswing.