Yesterday in church (Edgehill United Methodist Church) I led A Litany for Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. But in my mind I was also hearing...

Margaret Elizabeth Wilson Richardson1939-1983 Mom, today is the day you were born. I celebrate you. Epiphany child, you were Born in the...

The saints sing loudly on tune (and off) Welcoming their newest colleague. "Phyllis Natalie Alexander Tickle, You are finally here. We've...

I sat in the kitchen in the early morning and entered the stillness that comes with this place, this little cabin in the mountains. The...

As we grow older we have more and more people to remember, people who have died before us. It is very important to remember those who...

Among the many blessings I received at last week's 5-day Academy for Spiritual Formation on the Psalms was the presence of a friend who...

I wait each spring, watching the buds grow on Grandpa's peony, flown from Oklahoma to Tennessee, tucked in a plastic grocery bag when I...

“Silence in the face of evil is itself evil: God will not hold us guiltless. Not to speak is to speak. Not to act is to act.” - Dietrich...

Mom died on this day in 1983. I was in Divinity School that fall and wasn't with her when she passed away. In July, she had learned that...

Yesterday we celebrated the life and resurrection of John Mogabgab. There was comfort in so many friends of John being together, in...

For John Mogabgab (1946-2014) I hear the sound of breaking hearts John - mentor, teacher, colleague, friend, Has left this life and...

Dad passed away two years ago today. He had been in an Alzheimer's decline for quite a while and though we knew it was the end, we didn't...

Today is the 30th anniversary of my mom's death. It's so strange to have her frozen in time at age 48. I wonder what wisdom she would...

I'm still celebrating my saints. Today, Dad would have been 84 years old. I'm grateful for the gifts he gave me: My love of "the family...

Shining, brave, kind, Loving, human. We remember. Amen.

One of the tasks of true friendship is to listen compassionately and creatively to the hidden silences. —John O’Donohue

My dad -- Charles H. Richardson -- passed away one year ago today. I grew up watching him every Sunday morning as he led worship in...

My mom passed away 29 years ago today. I was in seminary in Nashville and she was in Oklahoma. We had learned during the summer that her...

My mom (Marty) and grandma both raised African Violets. I particularly remember the little plant stand in the east window of Grandma Ida...

"These words, 'You shall not be overcome', were said very loudly and clearly. ... God did not say, 'You shall not be tormented, you shall...