Dear Saints in Santa Fe and other far-off places, Greetings in the name of Jesus Christ, who showed the world what God’s reign looks like. A dime begins a life pattern. When I was four years old my mom would give me a dime each week to take to church school to place in the offering.  Since dad was the pastor and we lived right next to the church I wasn’t tempted to spend it on an ice cream cone—the detour was too great and mom would have found out, I’m sure. So, I would hold the dime in my hand waiting with anticipation ...

Dear Saints in Santa Fe and other far-off places, Greetings in the name of Jesus Christ. My year as Moderator of Presbytery ends this weekend at the presbytery meeting at Ghost Ranch when I give a sermon during worship on Sunday and a new moderator is installed. The outgoing Moderator gives a report to presbytery on the past year, and I share parts of it with you, in light of the wars, conflict, division, and pain in our world. The Beloved Community.  It was never quite announced as presbytery’s official vision this year but in everything we did together, the Beloved Community was there.