I’ve been wanting to create this “How It Started/How It’s Going” picture series for more than a year now. For reasons that weren’t clear in the moment, I felt especially driven to make it happen last week. It…
It happened again, just now. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I just meant to go to the garden to do a little weeding. I wasn’t even thinking about this week’s Gospel lesson, sermons, preaching, teaching…none of that.
Friday night, I went to a prayer vigil, for Lorenzo Salgado Araujo, murdered by ICE1 on the streets of Houston last week. I was honored to give a short opening prayer to the evening.
During Fourth of July week, my sister posted picture of us three Folkerth children as kids that I had been hunting for weeks. It’s a a black and white picture (because Dad was convinced Black and White would last forever…).
Seeing the World Cup through the eyes of fans visiting my city of Dallas has given me far more joy than I expected, and reminded me of deep-level truths about hospitality, strangers, and the true call of the Gospel of…
The last thing women clergy need right now is a colleague mansplaining why they are important. They can speak for themselves and often do more eloquently than I can.
As a preacher and songwriter, I’m always trying to see patterns. I’ve said for years that I’m very good as seeing the forest, not as much with the trees.
Forest-seeing is little understood in our culture today, it seems to…
Today’s humbling garden lesson...wildflowers that grow where you don’t plant them.
Last week, I noted the patience that gardening actually takes...and how three Asparagus ferns we own took two years to fully recover from almost dying.