The Bible is replete with people of faith who have doubts. Sarah, Moses, Thomas are but a few. Asking and wrestling with questions is how we stay in relationship. When we bring our thoughts, our concerns, our questions, and our struggles to God we grow and develop our faith. The word disciple is from the Greek meaning “students,” and as disciples we learn through asking questions. This process of questioning and exploring is how we learn about ourselves, about one another, and most importantly about God.
Having doubts, questioning, and learning is not a sign of lack of faith, it is a sign of faith.


Take a few minute on Thanksgiving to meditate on the endless chain of gifts we each have received. Perhaps the greatest being our faith in God and the future.
We are thankful for lessons we’ve had to learn over and over; and those who had the patience to continue to teach.
For maligning hearts, the doubting heart, a vacant chair, and mute tears; for through such pain we gain and survive the years.
And yes in this country so blessed we thank God for silent nights, peace within our sky, the ability of our children to laugh and play, and for the freedom to pray. (And even my poor attempt at poetry).
Happy Thanksgiving!


Our grand mothers were practical women — Suzy’s Grandma Danny and my grandmother Linnie washed aluminum foil after they cooked with it and then reused it. “Waste not, want not” was a way of life. Recycling was not something they did for the environment, it was how they lived. Bacon grease was saved and cooked with again, newspapers were saved and tied up with string, rainwater was caught in barrels and used to water the plants. I suspect everyone of you can give hundreds of examples of recycling in the name not wasting we learned from our grandmothers.
Lifestyles have changed and we recycle usually because our grandchildren call us to task if we don’t. We never really consider the possibility that there won’t be more of something. We can always go online and have it delivered, whatever it is.
Danny and Linnie were teaching us a valuable lesson. For you see, when it comes to life there comes a time when there is no more. Grandma Danny and Linnie now live on only in our memories, in the few scrapbooks, and in the Bibles they left behind. What we care most about — people — go away and never return. So while they are here, care for them, love them, fix them when they are broken and heal them when they are sick. Recycle those around you over and over again.
Happy Thanksgiving.

Words Of Our Mouths

Food for Thought this Monday:
Islam is a religion to which more than 1.5 Billion people have been drawn. To link Islam to a few ‘violent jihadists’ who practice a corrupt, bastardized version of the teachings of Muhammed merely confers religious bona fides on the undeserving. ISIL and Al Qaeda are not “civilizations” or “religious” in any sense of the words.
 What we say matters. We need to be careful not to let our discussion about violent extremism morph from nationalism to religion. What we are experiencing is an underlying struggle for power and control and not theology in the Middle East.
In the Book of Common Prayer we ask that “the words of our mouths” … “be ever pleasing” to God. As we meditate on our upcoming week may we all be mindful of this simple prayer and respect all people of faith who call for Peace on Earth.