As I write this, I am with ministerial colleagues in the Pacific Southwest at our first in-person gathering since February of 2020. Some thoughts on my experience here; I am in awe at how delightful it is to have an open space between worship, programming and meals to connect with like-minded individuals. How wonderful it

I will never forget the first time I marched in a Pride Parade. My kids were younger (maybe 8 and 10) and my mom marched with us. My younger son and my mom held the banner and I was so proud. What was so amazing to me was how many members of the congregation showed

Where are we finding hope these days? In these days of increasing calamities, absurd politics, the disintegration of our democracy in Arizona, the US and the world, it is difficult to find rays of hope. And yet, it turns out, that is my job. What I am wishing for the most is that we can

“I’m not interested in a pretty covenant with all the right words that sits dusty on a shelf. Give me a covenant with smudge marks, and coffee stains, and marked out words and added words and tear stains. Give me a covenant that makes us stretch for a lifetime and into the next generation.”  —Rev.