• Up next. Anyone else reading this?

  • Aaaaand… the book has a cover.

  • “After a long winter of waiting, it was my first duty to go out lamenting. So after the first rain storm I began to get ready.”

    • Black Elk Speaks
  • Not quite sure how this happened, but this is the first time I’m getting to Peterson’s classic on discipleship.

  • House built by Jacob Burkle, a German immigrant, in Memphis in 1849 as a stop on the Underground Railroad.

  • We started our morning remembering those whose blood ran down this bridge on Bloody Sunday in 1965, a bridge that still bears the name of the Grand Dragon of the Alabama Ku Klux Klan.


  • I want to live in that place.

    (Kelly Ingram Park. Birmingham, AL.)

  • Spending our morning in Birmingham at the feet of our elders. As children these saints placed their bodies in front of fire hoses and police dogs to assert their God-ordained humanity in the face of demonic white supremacy. May we be worthy of their legacy!


  • Michael Brown was killed five years ago. A few weeks later I joined other clergy for a night walking the Ferguson streets. I think about that night all the time. Here’s what I wrote about it back then.

  • Our morning harvest.

  • “His problem, too familiar to him by then, was that he did not know enough. He knew the outline, and some of the contents, of his dissatisfaction, but he still was without an example of something better.”

    Wendell Berry describing most of my waking existence.

  • Evening walk to Promontory Point.

  • The heat wave has passed for now.

  • Morning waves.

  • Searching for treasure on Northerly Island.

  • May the church be found faithful.


  • The neighborhood parade.


  • Seattle - Denver

  • Chicago - Seattle


  • Spokane - Las Vegas


  • Las Vegas vs Spokane.


  • Colorado.

  • A male Downy Woodpecker carrying some food for his babies.

  • Waiting for the barber to finish up with his brother.

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