10th Sunday after PentecostAugust 17, 2025Jeremiah 23.23-39; Luke 12.49-56 There is no greater master of lies and deception than a dog who wants their owner to simply go stark raving mad. I give you case and point, my beloved, adorable, entirely maddening, Scully. Don’t get me wrong, I love this dog. I adore this dog. BUT! She has mastered the art of messing with me to the point that I wish she was just a smidge dumber. This has been going on since she was a…
9th Sunday after PentecostAugust 10, 2025Hebrews 11.1; Genesis 15.1-6 I’ve been joking with my family that I’m currently in the midst of my “ship era.” Not nearly as catchy as some of Taylor Swift’s eras, but here we are. The reason for this is that I have read back to back books which took place on 17th century Dutch trading ships and then when we were in OBX last week, we wandered around the replica of the QEII and I had to have looked…
8th Sunday after PentecostAugust 3, 2025Luke 12.13-21 Every July first, I know my phone is going to pop with more than one text message wishing me a happy very specific day, a day that has nothing to do with me, and is kind of weird to acknowledge, but like I said, it happens every year. Every year, as much as I wish it to others, they also wish me, a very happy Bobby Bonilla Day. Unless you are a Mets fan, or a…
Biography: My family moved from New Jersey to Newport News, VA when I was about seven years old, my sister ten, my brother four. That was my dad’s last work-related move, and I’ve been here ever since. We began attending Trinity Lutheran Church shortly thereafter when services were still being held in the downtown Newport News location and joined about a year later. My parents were members until their deaths, my brother and sister until marriage and jobs took them…