This is the question I was asked by the son of an alumni this past weekend. The question followed a brief conversation on spirituality and our campus community (which started with some specific questions), so I knew my response was …
Spring officially burst into bloom last week. This time of the year, our campus becomes especially beautiful as white, yellow, and pink blossoms unfurl themselves against a background of green leaves. Of course, this riot of color never lasts more …
Last fall, my two sons and I planted an eastern redbud and a dogwood tree in my backyard. We had a great time digging the holes together. Both of my boys helped out; each with their own small hand shovel. …
University of Lynchburg’s recent peace vigil for Ukraine was a powerful event. Collectively, those in attendance either prayed or meditated with the goal of spreading peace. No matter our religious, spiritual, or secular traditions, we came together for the sake …
I spent the last several weeks watching Netflix. When I use the word watching, I actually mean binge watching and bonding with characters to the point you dream about them, vicariously live through them, and have to see “just one …
One of the most embarrassing pastoral moments I have experienced was when reciting the liturgical phrase “dust to dust, ashes to ashes” while leading a worship service. For some reason in the rush of the service, my mind read the …
My husband refers to it as the Bat phone. A couple of times each semester, I bring home the black backpack, which contains the Minister on Call (MOC) manual, a charger, and a slightly older model iPhone. Batman would have …
One recent Friday, we had a snowstorm. I was working late, and I had just finished my last task and had called in takeout from my favorite Thai restaurant in Lynchburg. I made my way to my car, hopped in, …
My spouse and I have taken youth to summer camp since 1985. In 1993 we found Passport Camps. Throughout the years Passport Camps had a feature in the evening worship service titled “Question of the Day.” Camp staff would interview …
We have a somewhat silly tradition in my family that when anyone enters our home, we all pretend we are sleeping. My two sons take this tradition very seriously. For instance, my three-year-old will immediately stop what he’s doing and …