This past week I was in a bit of a funk because inspiration for this sermon was not coming. So, I decided to walk to the lake. Nature can provide inspiration and can be one of our best spiritual guides.

I love the word quandary. It expresses so much about life. 

As humans we have to make choices. Yet we are limited by our cognitive capacity. Which often leads to information overload. The result: quandaries.

Does God cry too? That’s the question a young girl asked her dad many years ago. My wife Julie shared a childhood memory with me when we were discussing this morning’s readings. She was four or five years old,  playing with dolls, when a thump at the window drew her attention.