Steve Mathonnet-VanderWell

Jesus is an apocalyptic figure. Christianity is an apocalyptic religion. Advent is an apocalyptic season. This is very hard. Apocalyptic means revealing, disclosure, unveiling. What has been hidden is brought to light. A great reversal is coming—swiftly, shockingly, out of…

“My father sat on that chair every morning to put on his socks and shoes.” So said the elderly gentleman, a member of my congregation for decades before I arrived on the scene. He and his wife were emptying their…

I remember exactly where I was when I first heard the phrase. In a backyard Bible school. Yes, that was a thing for a while, holding Vacation Bible School in neighborhood backyards. Some sort of outreach emphasis, I suppose. “Everyone…

I was in the room where it happened, to borrow from Hamilton-speak. The room where The Twelve was hatched. A quaint retreat center where the board of Perspectives was gathered, discussing how to use the web to engage more quickly…

The third-annual collection of bits, pieces, and trivia. I hope you find a couple that are interesting, or at least one that is annoying. 1.) I read that pagan, pre-Christian religions are making a bit of a comeback in some…

Long term pastorates are often recognized and celebrated for the depth of relationships, the continuity and trust that develop over the years. Having served nearly 20 years in the same congregation, I can confirm that this is true and this…

Wedding season is about finished. I presided at only one wedding this summer—a bright couple I’ve known quite a while. Officiating at such weddings can be so joyful and hopeful and meaningful. People you’ve literally seen grow up before your…

I will set out by way of you to Spain, and I know that when I come to you, I will come in the fullness of the blessing of Christ. Romans 15:28-29   Last month, I was on vacation in…

I see there is an effort out there to do away with the Electoral College in presidential elections in the United States. If I thought it had even the slightest chance of succeeding, I could get behind it. Before all…

Albert Brunsting on his wedding day My grandfather died in 1971. He was “only” 74, but he seemed ancient to me. I was twelve years old. My memories are hazy and might better be called impressions. My grandfather wasn’t really…