“As a Hen Gathers Her Brood . . .”: A Lenten Reflection

As I write, Fat Tuesday—Mardi Gras—dawns in Portland, the last day for merry-making before the rigors of Lent and its ashes will define the bitter reality of our mortality. Then, within the next weeks and especially during the final week, Lent promises to produce the divine antidote for that corrupted mortality. For more than forty … Continue reading “As a Hen Gathers Her Brood . . .”: A Lenten Reflection

Paul S. Rees: One of the frustrated minority?

Paul Stromberg Rees It’s early morning in Portland, home of two thriving churches that have been locked out of their once denominational home, the Evangelical Covenant Church. I am alternately fuming and despairing at the expected exclusion of another Covenant church, First Covenant in downtown Minneapolis, arguably the most historic church of the denomination—the denomination … Continue reading Paul S. Rees: One of the frustrated minority?