As I prepare to preach at my first Reconciling Ministries Convocation this week, I have been thinking about the events that led me to be…
On a recent conference call with United Methodist leaders organizing our churches to go to the 50th Anniversary of the March on Washington, I found…
After my dad died, someone in my life suggested I read a book called On Grief and Grieving. I was reading a few days ago…
As I grieve the death of my father, I find myself searching for moments of comfort in the scriptures and in my own life. And…
A few years ago, when I was serving in the suburbs of Connecticut, I was involved in an anti-hate crime event. That year, I did…
I was sitting on my terrace yesterday, trying to decide what to write about this week, and, at some point, I realized that, instead of…
A few years ago, I was privileged to spend an entire summer in my birthplace of Taiwan to study Mandarin Chinese. I thought it would…
When I was a baby, I babbled in tones. Chinese tones. My mom was a white Missouri farm girl who became a Methodist missionary. She…
What follows is my sermon from Sunday, April 28, 2013: Native American Ministries Sunday, when we were joined by the Thunderbird American Indian Dancers. Several…
My grandpa died when I was in high school, and there are just a few memories I keep of him. One is his smell. He…
