From Your Minister
A trend which began in the San Francisco Bay Area is now spreading to other cities—the trend of hipsters paying four or five bucks for a piece of toast. Toast. You know, like you make in the toaster.
Read MoreREsources for Living
I’ve been enjoying looking at pictures of tiny homes lately—little bitty houses made of cargo containers, recycled materials or just a lot less traditional building materials.
Read MoreComing Home
It happens with the simplest gestures:
a door swung open,
a light turned on in the hall,
the snap of a lock as it opens
somewhere unseen inside.
Love and Death
2014-11-12 Although I have delivered some thousand sermons on almost as many discrete topics, one way or another each circles back to a single theme. This tendency, I’m told, is not uncommon. Every minister worth his or her salt has one great sermon in them. It’s no wonder that we return time and again to…
Read MoreResurrections
I collect stones, and now also beach glass, as we walk with our dog along the lake.
Read MoreNew Quest for Meaning Website Launches
2014-11-14 We are excited to launch a brand new website! All of the wonderful resources that were on the old site are still here, but now you can find and share them more easily. Plus, we think the design and graphics are much prettier and engaging. We have done a lot of work behind the scenes…
Read MoreA Shovel Full of Earth
A few shovel fulls
of earth
await humbly.
Dark brown as only
earth can be—
dug from the fragrant depths.
When I Die
I would like to believe when I die that I have given myself away like a tree that sows seeds every spring and never counts the loss, because it is not loss, it is adding to future life.
Read MoreComing and Going
Eight years ago, my mother died from ovarian cancer. It was one of the greatest blessings of my life to be able to spend the last few weeks of her life caring for her as tenderly as she had cared for me in my earliest, most vulnerable time on earth.
Read MoreSo Many Little Deaths
When we said goodbye to our son at Logan Airport, his sisters cried and his mother hugged him hard, and I did too, and he looked embarrassed.
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