The. God. Who. Speaks.

We were quietly sitting in worship.  I had directed people to listen and write what they heard God speaking to their hearts in that moment of quiet. Dressed in a bright red vest, with her red piece of paper before her, this woman was ready to write what she heard God speaking.  Instead of writing,…

Enjoy Portland, Share Jesus

Rebecca, a good friend, and I took the MAX from Beaverton to Pioneer Square in downtown Portland. We were to join the ranks of those who were volunteering two days before the “Compassion to Action” weekend of worship and speakers to flood Portland with the love of Jesus.  We arrived at the tent in the…

Jersey – The Tunnels and The Bays

My friend “Pops,” David Luce, and I visited his home turf in June 2018, and on Thursday of our week there, we visited what is called the “Underground Hospital” also called the War Tunnels. The island of Jersey, one of the Channel Islands, occupied by the Germans during WWII is a museum of the Nazi…

Slowing Down to a Stroll

You may not be able to tell from this picture, but neither Theo nor I had slept well the previous night.  That previous day I had traveled from the coast to Smith Rock, about a 6-hour trip, with a few detours and rush hour traffic along the way, so the drive had taken me 9…

Silence…

For four Sundays I have been sharing out of my experience walking the Camino de Santiago de la Compostela.  That is the journey which birthed this blog. I have already written about the days of that journey here, extensively, both in posting day-by-day reflections on the journey and in the ongoing posts birthed by that…

Don’t Commit Stupid

I sat in the middle seat near the front of the plane on a flight from Portland to Ontario in February.  The man next to the window, dressed in a dark suit, with a purple shirt and blue and purple tie had his eyes closed and hands folded in his lap.  He was not asleep,…

Dear Dad,

Dear Dad, Yesterday your great grandson was born and he shares your name – Burton! When I read that Susanna and Collin had named him Gregory Burton, it struck me that, if you were still around, you’d be 96 this year, and you would have loved meeting him. When I heard his name,  I began…

Jesus and $2.75

This came from a friend, Rebecca, who with her husband Brian was at Fred Meyer’s, a local department store recently.  She shared this on Facebook and after reading it, I asked her if I could share it on this blog. She is a woman with a deep love for Jesus and a simple desire: to…

“What Embraces”

A couple weeks back now, I published #metoo. It brought up plenty of pain for me as I wrote it, even though I have done a ton of healing.  It brought up some pain for people who read it.  One person’s story sometimes does that!  My love to those that hurt!  I find it is amazing…

#metoo

I was speaking with some beloved colleagues last week about the whole #metoo phenomenon and how many people have facebooked #metoo, how the “People of the Year” are those who first courageously told their stories, and how this has overflowed into more people having the courage, to tell the truth about abuse currently happening. Even…