The Men Who Put Skin on Jesus: “Jack”

(This is a chapter by chapter release of my short memoirs The Men Who Put Skin on Jesus.) The day I turned 13, March 22, 1972, my parents had my birthday party at a local bowling alley. I bowled, ate hotdogs, popcorn, candy, and cake with six friends while my parents orchestrated the moving trucks…

Freedom

I was sitting in a line up of blue, plastic chairs at the DMV (Department of Motor Vehicles) to register my car. As opposed to my other times in the DMV recently, everyone was wearing a mask this time. It doesn’t make sense, in my brain, to go back and forth. I leaned over to…

“I wanted to punch your lights out!”

1988. My first pastorate in San Jacinto, California. The church statistics in the Annual Conference Journal said there were 166 members. It felt like a daunting step from seminary and my student pastorate into my first church. When I arrived I discovered the difference between stats and reality. The previous pastors had not done an…

Hello, My Name is Phillip: Chapter Sixteen

(This is the serial publication of Hello, My Name is Phillip, as Phillip remembers what happened on Christmas Eve when he was five. This book is available on Amazon as paperback and in kindle format here.) The Christmas Eve service was bright that year. There were candles everywhere in the church: on every windowsill, in…

Look for the Rocks

How can you handle the anger at the lies and disinformation of this COVID season? What can we do in response? Where can we again find hope and refuge? Seeking answers myself, I remembered God. God made all the difference. Find the rocks upon which to stand.