Pastor’s Pen

 
A blog from Bonhomme 
 

ChurchwithoutWalls

Church without Walls

 

I am sitting in church on a Sunday and it’s completely empty. To experience the church like this on a Sunday morning, there are two things I’m thinking about. One is it just feels wrong. There is a sense of grief and loss and lament. But the other thing I’m thinking of as I see this empty place is I’m reminded that this is a beautiful sanctuary, but it’s not the church. “Where two or three are gathered in my name, there I am.” What happens when we cannot congregate on Sundays? 


The Foundation

The Foundation

Psalm 62

In your vulnerability, rely on God’s stability

There are times when life reminds us we aren’t as bulletproof as we think. Some weeks ago, I sneezed and something in my back protested.  I found myself on my knees in excruciating pain. The Nobel Prize-winning poet Czeslaw Milosz once wrote a three-sentence poem, “Learning”: To believe you are magnificent. And gradually to discover that you are not magnificent. Enough labor for one lifetime.


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Finding the Ruach of God

Finding the Ruach of God

 
I am grateful for the handful of days of sun and warm weather this last week. It has been a welcome grace in a disorienting time. A week ago, as collective noise about this virus was increasing, we had a similar breakthrough in weather. I was standing outside with my twins, watching them happily stomp their way through neatly trimmed shrubbery, breaking branches, and undoing the diligent work of some landscaper, not to mention mother nature.

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