Face-to-Face

I attended a meeting in Chicago and we had an evening meal with a local church that has seen its neighborhood change.  Like many congregations, the choices are adapt or fail.  This small congregation has decided to embrace refugee and immigrant families and reformat its future. After sharing a meal together, families from different continents…

Naughty or Nice

My son’s neighborhood had a gathering of all the children to meet with Santa. Our son told our granddaughter that she needed to tell Santa that she’d been naughty but that she’d be nice from now until Christmas. Thought this was an interesting statement from the kid who didn’t sleep an entire night until he…

Humble Servant

My father, Boyd Blumer, started from humble beginnings.  The farm where he grew up was modest, farming less than one section of land to feed a family of seven.  He began his education in a one-room school house that he walked or rode horse to and from (allegedly in waist deep snow, uphill, in 80…

Brushes with Death

I’ve had some different relationships with death. Growing up, we rarely would go out to eat. If dad had a funeral and received an honorarium, he’d take the family to a restaurant. While I can’t say I hoped for people to die, it sure was nice to go out to eat every once in a…

Why I’m Not a Pastor

Over the years I’ve had people ask me why I didn’t become a pastor. Because I preach fairly regularly and work with churches, some people actually think I am ordained. I respect those who serve and believe it’s not an easy path, but here’s Why I’m Not a Pastor: Not a huge fan of hospitals…