Hello church,January marks the new year and the mid-winter gloom. I comment to my family often that my autobiography will be titled, “Living Under the Cloud.” Growing up and living my whole life here in northern Minnesota means that I’ve spent 40 years with a deep knowing that the cold, dark, and grey days and…
Dear Church, On Wednesday afternoon, I was studying the Great Depression with my 9th-grade son. As he rolled around the floor on his sister’s scooter, I was intensely focused on helping him understand the importance of evaluating President Hoover’s economic plan. Because of this, I largely ignored my phone and all the alerts that the Capitol…
Merry Christmas Neighborhood Church!This is my last letter to you in this pandemic year of 2020. I am mixed with pride, grief, hope, and love as I think about what this year has been for us all. Last year at this time, we were meeting together at the Cloquet High School, and making plans for…
Underneath our feet, organisms that are neither plant nor animal are recreating the world. They are converting death to life, fighting disease, producing biomass into energy, while we ponder the great mysteries of our belonging. Without a proper spiritual formation or school education, Fungus knows it belongs. This nitrifying being, Mycorrhizal fungi, works all day…