I step outside the airport And greet the Oklahoma sky. Hello, sky. It's been a long time Since I stood under you And marveled at your...

I sit and write, Preparing to go home To the place of my birth, my nurturing, To Oklahoma, landscape of my heart. Big sky and brilliant...

Last Sunday morning, I was preaching at Edgehill United Methodist Church, the church that's been my home since 1979. I was filling in for...

Join your spirits with us today as we celebrate, honor, and release Weavings: A Journal of the Christian Spiritual Tradition. We will be...

Today it happened. The issue of Alive Now arrived. I read the Managing Editor's introduction inside the front cover and the "Last Page"...

Christmas Eve, Holy night. Memories creep into My mind. Smells of evergreen And candles, lit. The worn, waxed chancel In a church...

Grief sneaks up on me, cunningly disguising itself so I can't see it coming. Or maybe I see through its costumes and just don't want to...

I am thinking of you today, Dad, On this day when you crossed through the thin space To join the saints who had preceded you: Mom, Holt,...

Thirty years ago today I joined the staff of The Upper Room as assistant editor of Alive Now magazine. I was awarded the generous,...

For beauty, friendship, and hope. For justice, prophets, and healers. For eyes to see and hearts to love. For peace and wisdom and...

It's not fair of me To tell you (or anyone) How to feel. We all must find our own ways Through these days. But let me share that This...

Wondering what the sunrise will bring. A hint of pink And then, gone. Oh, so you will tease me This day. From the kitchen window I see a...

Last week we gathered As United Methodists, As Episcopalians, As clergy and lay, As people with different opinions On the politics of the...

I am powerless to ignore The endless chatter of The News. The pre- and post-disasters, The Shocking Revelations, The dire forecasts And...

The scientists say We are more alike Than we are different Our genetic code Shows that we all Have the same mother From whom we have...

I saw the moon setting As I drove to work Early this morning. It hung over the horizon, Round and orange, Its beauty suspended Over the...

I come to the water, Broken, Depleted, Full of sadness. By the shore, I set my burdens down And paddle away Into the still beauty of the...

Hope to the desolate, Comfort to those who mourn, Presence to the lonely, the despairing. This new day, Let us be your hands, Your words,...

We are all complex. I wish I were made of just one self — consistent, wise and loving — a self I should never wish to get rid of at any...

If you knew all of me, Would you still be my friend? Would you respect me, think highly of me, love me? Or would you count me as...