A Litany

I am deeply connected with all of humanity,
and with every person in particular.

So long as anyone remains unloved,
I am lonely.
So long as anyone remains hungry,
I am not satisfied.
So long as anyone remains in need,
I am poor.
So long as anyone remains imprisoned,
I am not free.
So long as anyone remains in danger,
I am not safe.
So long as anyone suffers from illness,
I am not well.

But when my heart aches for the unloved,
Christ is with me.
And whoever spends themselves on behalf of the hungry,
Christ is with them.
And for those who dare to see the needs of others,
Christ is their light.
And for the prisoner,
Christ is the open door.
And for the fearless warrior for peace,
Christ is the shield.
And to those who attend to the wounds and sickness of this world,
Christ, the Great Physician,
lends his skill, his care and compassion.

Bob Buehler, December 8, 2006.

Let’s get started

Ok here’s my idea. I want to start a movement. 

Everything big has to start small, so here’s the first step. 

I hereby declare Friday, September 30, 2016 to be the first annual Kill No One On Purpose Today celebration. 

I pick that day because it happens to be my birthday. I’m asking all my friends to participate as your present to me. 

My personal pledge: to the best of my ability, I will make every effort not to cause another human being’s death on that day. 

To join this movement is easy. Make the same promise. 

If you work in law enforcement, make the promise. 

If you carry a weapon, make the promise. 

If you drive a vehicle, do so with care keeping in mind the promise. 

If you work in healthcare, take extra care of your patients that day. 

Governors can refrain from authorizing executions on that day. 

Get family members to sign up. Avoid domestic violence on that day. 

Put the word on the street. Peer pressure can be a positive tool. 

Governments can implement a unilateral ceasefire, for a day. 

Don’t have that abortion, that day. 

Hey, mr. Terrorist: go get some ice cream or something. (And by the way, what are you doing on my friends list?)

All I’m asking is for people to sign up, and make a personal pledge. Maybe someone won’t. Don’t be that person. 

And just maybe, if we really get a movement, there will be less violence in the world, for a day. 

And if we can do it for a day….

Going to Africa 

I have been quietly planning a trip to Africa. The plan is in place, the airline tickets purchased, and today I received my passport back from the embassy with a visa for the destination country. I will spend some time there with some families I have become acquainted with; visit some churches and at least one school; and do some considerable amount of sightseeing. It’s probably inevitable that some pressing needs will come to my attention. No doubt my appetite for such things will be whetted and I will want to do more visits in the future. I expect to come away with ministry ideas. 

If you want to help me on this adventure, including giving me the capacity to respond appropriately to immediate needs (or to upgrade my accommodations; see full disclaimer under Support) you can do so directly at and of course I will be thankful. 

Verse of the month — September 2014


The earth is the Lord’s, and all that is in it,
The world, and all who live in it.
— Psalm 24:1

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Verse of the Month — March 2013


Therefore,  since we are justified by faith,
we have peace with God
 through our Lord Jesus Christ.

– Romans 5:1

Verse of the Month — January 2013

Seek the LORD while he may be found, call upon him while he is near.  Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts, and let him turn to the LORD, that he may have compassion on him, and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon.

— Isaiah 55:6-7 (esv)

As the year winds down…

As the year winds Down….

Personal musings:  my own search for integrity in action. Don’t expect too much here, dear reader, and feel free to move on to other things. It’s just one person’s internal monologue, posted here for reasons that are obscure even to the poster.

 Every day is a new day.

 This truism has carried me forward for much of this year, as every morning since May 24th, save one when I was too far out in the woods for online access, I have posted a brief saying on Twitter and Facebook to provide some encouragement for that day.  This has helped to carry me through the ups and the downs of the year, and the practice will likely continue at least until I have accumulated 365 or 366 such sayings.

The downside of this is that I have written almost nothing else all year.  Scarcely a blog post.  Almost no poetry. Few personal letters. Not even a hint of a book. Yes, there have been sermon notes, public announcements, necessary emails, church newsletter, that sort of thing. In fact most of my creative energy the last several months has gone into preaching, and those who give me feedback on that generally tell me good things about it.  It wouldn’t do to draw too much satisfaction out of such an echo chamber, however, so here I am, at a time when we traditionally reassess our strengths and weaknesses and make resolutions for the new year, wondering if I have it in me to resolve to be less busy and more creative in the months to come.

Maybe it’s that I have been spending more time with mobile devices. The iPad is awfully convenient for lots of things, but is possibly not the best writer’s tool.

Maybe that’s just another excuse.

Here is the truth:  for more than half of the year, I have been struggling against depression. I lost a good friend in June, two more friends and my last surviving uncle in August, and had responsibility for memorial services — comforting of friends and family — in all of those cases and more. Yes, that is part of my job description, but that doesn’t make it easy. Point is, experience has shown me that whenever I fall into such emotional doldrums, one of the best keys to a pathway back out is through creative expression of some kind. This year that has been, mostly, preaching, and to some extent a series of private conversations. But I will know I am back on my feet when I can be both creative and productive in other ways. A well-written page; a bit of music; a sculpture, or drawing; any way to bring what is hidden into the open, so that my lamp is no longer, as the saying is, hidden under a bushel.

You see, I am affected by mortality. I don’t like it.  Whether it’s a twenty-nine-year-old graduate student with a promising future, or a ninety-eight-year-old uncle, or the father of a friend, or someone I’ve gone fishing with, I feel more than a bit robbed when suddenly all of them fade into the past tense. It makes me look also at my own mortality.  Suppose I match my uncle and survive to within shouting distance of my hundredth year?  That is still a very limited time. Suppose a tree branch falls on me next time I get in the car? It could happen.  So, I look at the infinite value in each day as such, and write myself a little note of encouragement each morning.

The great project here is to learn (and to the extent possible, teach) how to live with joy, peace and confidence in a world where death and taxes, certain as they are, intrude on our lives daily, sometimes seeming to overwhelm us, without retreating into some kind of unreal fantasy.  In the preaching I do this by reminding all hearers (beginning with myself) that God is present as much in the one as in the other, that the cross of Christ shows us a God who shares in our sufferings, our weaknesses, and our vulnerabilities, while at the same time remaining the Lord of life, to the extent that the symbol of torment and cruelty becomes itself the emblem of victory, not for those who inflict such horror, but for those who endure it.

And, of course, this brings me to the ultimate paradox: the mystery of mortality is bound up with the promise of immortality. The one who promises eternal life to all who believe is himself killed, but in that death the promise is not annulled, but fully revealed. There is more to the story.  Death, somehow, cannot keep its hold on him.

So, I find my departed companions, who now include a roomful of six- and seven-year-olds from Connecticut, also partake of the promise as well as the horror.  Now the path to peace and joy becomes a warrior’s path, a path through the valley of the shadow of death, where the warrior courageously declares:  I will fear no evil!  Not because he shrinks from the horror, or denies it, but because he has determined that the promise of divine Presence is enough to transform even such a dark place.  

I would like to note that the Psalmist walks through that valley, but does not make it his home.

So I will emerge from these doldrums, and ride the swift current of the Spirit wherever the journey takes me.  There will be posts, and pages, photographs, drawings, songs, poems, music and laughter, for as many (or few) days, weeks, months and years as I can produce them.

On Continual Prayer

Sometimes people take the injunction to “pray without ceasing” to mean something like, “pray often.” This makes prayer into an activity, something we do, something that is separate from the rest of our lives. And yes, there are times when devoting ourselves to prayer, to the exclusion of all else, is appropriate. But even if you are a monk, there is a rhythm to life that includes eating, sleeping, caring for bodily needs, working, creating, interacting with others, learning, forming opinions, making decisions, resting, relaxing, entertaining or being entertained. What sense does it make to talk about praying without ceasing, if we have to cease praying to do one of these things? As long as prayer is seen as one activity in a list like this, it is impossible. So it has been suggested that prayer is more deeply a matter of being intentionally aware of the presence of God, whatever else may be going on. And this awareness has immense benefits, if we train ourselves in it. It is the secret to a peaceful existence. I said to a friend once, in a discussion about a difficult moment:

God provides a sort of a buffer between ourselves and the world, so we don’t need to calculate anything, but respond always to God, rather than react to what is around us. In this buffer zone is peace, humor, love, quietness, energy and thus we always can act from strength, whatever our weakness is. Even in the admission of weakness or failure, in that way there is still strength and ease of heart.

This requires, of course, the ability to perceive the presence of God in the immediacy of every situation. It is the intentional act of such perceiving that I would here call prayer, and to the capacity for such perception, I would assign the word: faith.

Comments are welcome.

Verse of the Month — October 2012


“For the promise is for you, and for your children, and for all who are far off, everyone whom the Lord our God calls to himself.”

— Acts 2:39

Spirit, Air, Breath

The word for spirit in Hebrew and in Greek is the same as for breath, wind, air; and in both cases we are surrounded, immersed, in this on which we actually depend for our very existence. What makes us alive is not the spirit that surrounds us, but the spirit which enters into us and nourishes all of our inner being. It would be a completely artificial thing to somehow separate the two, as though the air in your lungs is of a different nature than the air in the room, but from within your lungs, there is a function being performed that can’t happen anywhere else.
It is in this way we can say that we are immersed in spiritual reality, but only benefit personally when the spiritual reality becomes our inmost source of being. Physically, we breathe…. inhale and exhale; and spiritually, we are continually filled with God and emptied of God.