Letters to a Congregation
Every Thursday I write a pastoral letter to the west congregation of The Austin Stone Community Church. These letters are simple, pastoral musings on what it looks like to live a life that is attentive to God in the midst of a shared context.
The One About ACL Fest, Hipster Banjo, and Who You Really Are
I can get stuck in a rut of shame and self-loathing and then I can convince myself that there is something pious and rewarding about that sort of self-regard (or lack thereof) as if God is pleased when I hate myself and berate myself continually for the things I have done or failed to do. This is beyond the conviction of the Holy Spirit, but is rather more akin to the accusatory cries of God’s enemy, who we know never grows hoarse from hurling those accusations day and night.