I’ve been a bit depressed lately (can’t imagine why) so I haven’t posted much, but this CNN story picked me up.
I never really got to know my great grandmother, but I do remember the day she died. It was the first time I ever saw my dad cry.
It was six years ago to this very day that someone joined our little train group but didn’t last long. Keep in mind we’re a pretty chill group of mostly older men who still play with trains.
A blend of genealogy, history, current events, politics, religion, education, and, well, you name it. And trains. Here are the stories and things that bring us together as a family, that try to explain the meaning of our lives, or, are just plain funny. Or touching. Or gripping. Or sad.
Is this the new church? Probably. And just as probable, like pretty much everything in the church, change will not come quickly or easily, but, yeah, this is the new church.
My first post-9/11 sermon, delivered at Cottage Way Christian Church in Sacramento, California on Sunday, September 16, 2001. Has it stood the test of time?