My best work is often improvised. I see tasks before me and match them with tools available to me.

A good story requires improvisation.

It’s easier to be friends when all you have to offer is yourself and your time.

Even the roads that seem the most empty can go someplace in the end.

We ride on.

That is my task of late—trying to find the line between excellence and perfection, and to get on the right side of that line.

There are weeds, and then there are weeds.

Sometimes the only way to get to a truth is to package it inside a lie.

We could learn a thing or two from polka. Not even kidding.

We mature not by ignoring the very real problems of the world or by taking them all head-on, but by living relationally in the midst of them

Thinking little builds slowly and sustainably. It focuses on roots rather than fruits, trusting that if we tend to conditions the produce will take care of itself.

Both the vocational and the professional aspects of pastoral work require a particular set of skills. We confuse the two at the peril of our calling.

The call to resist for the sake of a better world is a mandate, not just for a few prophetic souls, but for all who want to actually follow Jesus.

It’s exhausting, all these gravitational shifts. Hence the naps.

Everything worthwhile requires a capacity for both grief and hope.

Heaven is an exercise in imagination. 

Today I am the wind. I am picking up what is within my reach and hurling it at the mountain.

I know what heaven sounds like. It cost me $15 and everything to find out.

We sacrifice our children on the altar of sports, and never even question it.