From dust you came and to dust you shall return.
Tonight, I will repeat these words over and over as I look into the eyes of church members – people who count on my to reveal the presence of God in their midst. People who look to me for hope and wholeness. People who come week in and week out, seeking the God who creates and sustains.
If you know me well, you know that I love the first day of a new month. Maybe it’s a result of my Southern Baptist upbringing, twinged with guilt and the overwhelming need for “redemption,” but something about a fresh start refreshes my mind and renews my soul. I love the first day of a new month, because the day…
“Be good,” my mom said as she hugged my neck and left me in the pew beside my grandparents. “And keep your hair away from the flame!” I heard her yell over shoulder as she made her way back to the organ, where she would stay for the rest of the Christmas Eve service. I was 6. “What did she…
Rev. on the Edge 