In many ways I grew up in London.  Not literally.  The first time I went I was 19, had just met Jesus in such a transformative way that He seemed real and was in college there.  But in other ways I did my first growing up there, met my English family who have all been…

I was sitting in the sanctuary at St Mark UMC, and was surprised at how clearly I remembered what it had looked like. It had been about 30 years since I had been in that sanctuary, and now I was back as the preacher for a weekend retreat. I have pictured the sanctuary exactly as…

I arrived at the Achon Auction for the Achon Ugandan Children’s Fund and felt depleted like I did not want to be there, nor did not want to try to talk with anyone. I’d been invited and agreed to come in support of the mission of AUCF and our dear friends.   But it had…