Sunday Talks

My first memory is of my father.  It was a little over a month before my third birthday.   He woke me in the middle of the night, with an air of hushed excitement, and carried me across the street to…

“I hope so.”  Too often, this phrase lands for me as terribly limp and feeble. It may contain a modicum of positivity, but only the most meager portion — a glimmer, a sliver... “I hope so,” tends to convey too…

I know that a lot of people, myself included, are unsure about how to participate and contribute to the work of healing and restorative justice right now.  As a white guy, I’m trying to check my urge to try to…

Fact-checking is not a violation of anyone’s first amendment rights.  The President of the United States shouldn’t be allowed to lie with impunity.   White people, wealthy people, male people, straight people, people enjoying any position of privilege and power should…

A dream that I had about 5 years ago came back this week, at least part of it, the idea of it.  There might have been a few differences, but I woke up with this same phrase in my head…

A couple of years ago I placed a mail order for amaryllis bulbs for a New Year’s ritual at Bosque CSL.  I was a little late ordering and they didn’t arrive in time for our service, so Travis found a…

by Special Guest, Rev. Masando Hiraoka I’m not gonna lie: I’m starting to hit a bit of a wall in all this sheltering-in-place business. I’m finding myself getting more irritable with others, more tired of the daily routine of staring…

I love Matthew Inman’s comics on The Oatmeal.  They’re kinda neurotic and existentially angsty, but also quite good-natured at the same time, which is why they speak directly to my soul.    This week, he had a sweet four-panel comic…

I finally watched Won’t You Be My Neighbor?, a 2018 documentary about Fred Rogers.  It was beautiful and touching, and it made me cry.  I’ve also been listening to a delightful podcast, Dolly Parton’s America, which goes in surprising and…

Our values are shifting, individually and collectively.  We have an opportunity to consider what’s most important to us.  Maybe we’re being invited to change our minds about some of it. The first frantic rush to stock our pantries turned shopping…