The Progressive Reverend

Summer has a way of loosening our grip. The alarm clock feels a little less urgent. School lunches disappear. Evening sports practices come to an end. Calendars that have been packed for months suddenly develop open spaces. For families, summer often arrives like a long exhale. There are later bedtimes, slower mornings, camping trips, backyard barbecues, afternoons at the lake, and evenings spent lingering on the deck long after the sun begins to set. There is time to sleep in, time to wander, time to simply be. And honestly, I think that's a gift. For generations, church life often followed a different rhythm. Growing up, church wasn't optional. Unless we were out of town, we were there every Sunday. It was simply what we did. But as I've been reflecting on routines lately, I've come to believe that stepping away from one routine for a season is not necessarily a bad thing. What matters is not whether we sit in the same pew every week. What matters is whether we contin...

This week, Calgary has felt like a study in contrasts. One moment, the sky is dark with thunderclouds rolling across the horizon. Next, the sun breaks through, and the garden seems to have grown another inch overnight. The peonies are beginning to open. The lilacs are fading. The grass is impossibly green. It has me thinking about how often life unfolds the same way. We spend a lot of time looking for certainty. We want clear answers. We want to know exactly where we are headed. We want a five-year plan for our lives, our churches, our communities, and sometimes even our faith. Instead, what we often get is weather. Storms. Sunshine. Unexpected growth. New possibilities. Moments of doubt. Moments of hope. And somehow, life keeps unfolding anyway. I've been spending a lot of time in the garden this week. Partly because everything is blooming, and partly because of the new puppy who is learning the rhythms of life, one sniff, one adventure, and one bathroom break at a ti...

There is a quiet kind of grief moving through the church right now. Not dramatic grief. Not headline grief. Just the slow ache of watching pews thin out, budgets tighten, and wondering what the future of the church will look like twenty years from now. Many church leaders carry that worry quietly. I know I do. This week I read an article by former moderator Carmen Lansdowne about a small church in British Columbia. It was not a story about explosive growth or some brilliant strategy to save organized religion. It was simply a story about a church that was alive. And honestly, I have not stopped thinking about it. Because I absolutely want the church to grow. I want more people to discover community and purpose. I want children and youth filling our spaces again. I want people who feel disconnected, exhausted, lonely, or spiritually adrift to find something real inside church walls. I want more for the church than simply surviving. But the article reminded me that growth and aliveness a...

The other day, after church, I overheard one family inviting another family, who had been absent for quite a while, to their house for lunch. Honestly, my heart skipped a beat. What a simple and beautiful way of saying: “We noticed you were gone.” “We’re glad you’re back.” “You matter to us.” And it made me think about what people are truly looking for when they come to church. I think many people are searching for a connection. For spaces where they feel noticed instead of invisible. At the same time, I found myself thinking about the people who are new to church. Visitors, friends, relatives, family members, new immigrants, those who come alone, and those whose first language is not English.  The ones brave enough to stay for coffee after worship, but who quietly stand at the edge of the room while the rest of us naturally drift toward people we already know. And to be honest, I think there is an important difference between being a friendly church and being a connected church. M...

What Makes Church Feel Alive? I have been thinking a lot lately about worship. Not theology in the abstract. Not church decline. Just a simple question: What do people actually need from church now? What helps someone walk into a sanctuary carrying stress, grief, loneliness, exhaustion, or uncertainty… and leave feeling lighter, calmer, more hopeful, or more connected? What makes worship meaningful? Because churches seem to be wrestling with this everywhere. Some churches use lights, smoke, bands, giant screens, and high-energy music. Others lean into candles, silence, ritual, and quiet reflection. Some people find God in loud music and energy. Others find God in stillness. Some people long for creativity and surprise. Others long for peace and familiarity. And honestly, I don’t think there is one right answer. But I do think there are important questions worth asking. What helps people feel connected to the Spirit? What creates a sense of sacredness now? Is it beauty? Music? Silence? ...

There is something sacred about gathering. Not because the music is perfect. Not because the sermon changes your life every week. Not because church people always get it right. But because, in a world pulling us in a thousand directions, gathering reminds us who we are. Some Sundays, if we are honest, it is easier to stay home. The laundry is waiting. Kids have sports. The week has been long. The weather in Calgary can make staying under a blanket feel almost holy. Life is full. Busy. Loud. Exhausting. And yet. There is a quiet kind of healing that happens when people choose to show up together. Research continues to show what many people of faith have always known deep in their bones: communities of spiritual practice help people feel less isolated, more hopeful, and more resilient. People who participate in faith communities often report stronger emotional well-being, deeper social connections, and a greater sense of meaning and purpose. In a world where loneliness has quietl...