Posts By: Tripp

Show Me Your #Selfie

Posted June 24, 2015 @ 10:48am | by Tripp

There are a great many articles about the digital terror we call the "selfie." Narcissistic, they say. Shallow, they say. A sign of the end of civilization, they say. Hyperbole aside, I want it known that I love your selfie. It's true. I do. And I want to see more of them. This is the...


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A Change In The Music

Posted June 16, 2015 @ 10:36am | by Tripp

Once I imagined God or the spirit of the universe as a conductor of sorts. You know, standing there in front of all creation waving her arms frantically in the attempt to get us all to play nicely together. Or, at the very least, to play some semblance of what was on the page. This is, of course,...


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On The Way Home

Posted June 7, 2015 @ 11:59pm | by Tripp

There's a lot that could be said about today's drive home from the church picnic. A lot. For example, I could say that the hospitality shown my eight-week old child was heartwarming. I could say that the sermon was challenging and well wrought. I could say that the sky was that impossible...


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Liturgy and Mission: Why Rachel and Keith Are Right

Posted May 7, 2015 @ 1:00pm | by Tripp

When did you last think about the relationship between your community's worship practices and their missions? It's such a loaded conversation. What makes for "mission"? Why do we set the two practices - what we do in worship and what we do after - at odds with one another? Is it...


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Look Who's Dancing

Posted April 6, 2015 @ 11:22am | by Tripp

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For Holy Week

Posted April 6, 2015 @ 10:37am | by Tripp

ISterileCloth-draped cruciformityHangs from the raftersNo words may sullyThe neatly-orderedTale of betrayal,Blood, and sweat.Today is one ofThose days when IAm reminded that ICannot get thereFrom here.IIAnd they call this day "good."What has been...


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