Letters to a Congregation
Every Thursday I write a pastoral letter to the west congregation of The Austin Stone Community Church. These letters are simple, pastoral musings on what it looks like to live a life that is attentive to God in the midst of a shared context.
The One About Leaf Blowers, Texas Spring and the Hope of Resurrection
I am so thankful that God created seasons as part of the rhythmic pulse through which we measure the passing of years. In His creative genius, God knew that we would benefit from mile markers on the highways of our collective journeys, as if nature itself offers us sacred reminders of the ground our lives have covered, and the distance we have yet to go before we make it home. Their repetition and regularity help to break up the seemingly random onslaught of joys and sorrows that we inevitably encounter, and comfort us as we attach markers to memories and ever nearer horizons to futures.