Every Time I Remember You

My final sermon as minister of First Christian Church of Puyallup, Washington. Saying farewell is always hard; saying farewell during a pandemic–such an odd mix of emotions. In my imagining of what my final Sunday with you might be like, sitting here, with Stoney, in my house was not one of them. I’d hoped for…

When There Are No Palm Branches: a sermon for Palm Sunday

This year, there is no palm branch waving, no readers theater, no heart-wrenching renditions of Were You There When They Crucified My Lord. Many of us are isolated. Closed up behind our doors. Waiting for word that it’s safe to go out. How do we mark Palm Sunday in this strange moment we’re living through?