Each morning, I ask forgiveness for things I have done and for things I have left undone. And some mornings I ask forgiveness for things done in my name.

I've wrestled with this, but I'm now open to accepting, should they wish to give it to me, Wendell Berry's Medal of Freedom, Marilynne Robinson's Pulitzer for Fiction, Alice McDermott's National Book Award, or Ron Swanson's Golden Floppy Disc Award. Thank you.

When everything's piss and flamethrowers and facts seem as squishy as the kitchen sponge, sometimes we need to return to a few basics to discern whether an idea, a movement, a vision of God, is true or a farce.

I like the logo. Just don’t mess with the peg game. Or apple butter.

Being spiritual (though not religious) is common fare these days. I've been thinking about what we mean by this, how we use these ideas, what the assumptions often are. And I've realized I'm really not very spiritual. winncollier.substack.com/p/im-not-ver...

“Ol’ Gary Chapman didn’t list mixing me an evening cocktail as one of the love languages. What a dumdum.” - Miska

The world is very complicated, and things are often more (or less) than they seem. War is almost never as simplistic as the powers pulling the strings want us to believe. If the complications (the evil motives and the misjudgments and the sheer ignorance) are allowed into the light...

It’s time once more in Holland. It’s been a doozy of year (or was that a decade?) since last Spring. And there’s no switch to flip to turn off the sorrows and fears, the bone weariness, we continue to carry. Still, there are always new beauties, new joys, new invitations, awaiting.

I can't believe I'm writing this line: It's a very, very, bad, bad idea to attack Greenland. // “We’ll get Greenland. Yeah, 100%,” President Trump said. "No, I never take military force off the table. But I think there's a good possibility that we could do it without military force.”

Lent, these weeks of bright sadness, are not merely a season for reforming or deepening my personal spiritual experience and discipline, but also a way I am invited to enter into the suffering of this aching world. Lent is an act of solidarity with the world, offered in hope and humility to our God.

When I was 8, I grabbed my dad's white Hanes to make my own "Reagan Bush" campaign t-shirt. I was all in, to do good in the world. Ever since, I've grappled with politics, economics, and how being a Christian must shape my politics and must always bend toward others. bit.ly/4iq874K

Three years ago today, I shared about a Ukrainian family member who went back to visit her family. When Russia invaded Ukraine, she was stuck amid the harrowing destruction, fear, and onslaught. Do you remember those days?

Sobering. At least I hope so.

Wouldn't it be ridiculous if someone pulled a back muscle working their AeroPress for their morning coffee? I mean, what a bozo move that would be, just bonkers. Just thought of that, no reason...

On the winter run downtown and at Hope College this evening, lots of young fellas carrying roses. They felt serious, holding those bunches tight, blushing, an extra swagger, the kind of nerves that make you sweat but keep you moving. I'm pulling for ya, fellas. Be gents & put your heart out there.

I would like to officially say I’m fine with no more pennies.

Well, look at this cutie. Miss Poppy, newest member of the fam.

It's incumbent on those with power, even as they attempt to repair things that are broken, to not break more things, and certainly not to break more people.

Whatever ails you, watching a little kid bundled like a miniature Pillsbury Doughboy sled, screaming like a banshee, down a snowy hill — it’s likely to at least help with the cure.

If, like me, you believe Pendleton wool blankets are one of God‘s kindest gifts to the universe, then you should also know that Pendleton wool socks are what we’ll all be wearing in heaven.

Christmas’ twelfth night concluded, we arrive with those pilgrim kings at the Feast of Epiphany. Who among us does not need a revealing, a bolt of clarity that cuts through the dark night, a burning love consuming our heart?

Carl Sandburg’s line - “Let a joy keep you” - has returned to me recently. A joy keeping us is very different from an anxiety keeping us, or a fear or a jealousy or a rage. A true joy is unmanufactured, grace received, often in still places. A joy is a thin, sturdy thread from heaven to earth.

Miska and I hugged this morning. “We made it,” I said. Smiles of relief, gratitude, and bewilderment, like desert travelers who did finally find the other side. It’s truly been the most disorienting, horrific year. I wouldn’t want to do this again, but I also can attest…

"The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it." There is darkness, and we're fools to deny it. Yet the Light is more powerful, and we'll despair if we dismiss it. The Light has already broken in, and Light wins in the end. Merry Christmas to you all, every one.

Anyone weary or broken down? Anyone on the verge of losing heart? Jesus has a story he wants to share with us... bit.ly/3ZmaXAL

Let’s all give a big round of applause because @weshill.bsky.social has entered the building.

Yesterday, I was writing a sermon and looked over notes from 2016, when I preached from the same text. I chuckled because I realized I’d mostly missed the point. I had a few lines that I trust were mildly helpful, and I offered the whole thing in earnest.

We’re going to need joy and beauty and truth and laughter and courage and friendship in the coming days. I’m committing to it. I’m pulling for us.