Once again, as the old year passes and the new year beckons, it has been my custom to look back at my most popular posts of the year.
2020 was a strange and difficult year for us all, among a deadly pandemic, a discordant presidential election, and a national racial reckoning on the chronic unhealed wound of racial bigotry. My post “Across the Bridge” is about my own reflections after my trip to Selma and Montgomery last year.
And like so many in 2020, I lost some dear to me. Two of my posts were remembrances for dear friends that I sorely miss. Several of the posts here are of sermons that I gave as a guest preacher, both in person and virtually after the middle of March, as in-person worship ceased. Some of these also contain podcasts or videos if you would prefer to listen to them (check the bottom of the post).
For most of 2020 various cohorts of my children and grandchildren have been living with us. I have chiefly been the cook for the crowd, and it has been a joy as well as a challenge to have us all under the same roof. This reminds that even in hardship there can be blessings. I hope for better times ahead for us all.
I need to say a word about my Website. It is non-commercial and open source (but please give attribution if you quote or copy stuff). I pay for my domain name and for a WordPress tier that keeps you from having to see ads. I don’t make a penny on it, and there are no gimmicks.
To sum up the year: I had forty-five thousand visits in 2020, and I currently have 229 followers. Thank you all so much for visiting and come by again in 2021.
Here are the most visited posts of 2020:
And then there are the posts from other years that still get many views. The Herod one had over 13,000 last year for some reason known only to the algorithm. The same with my Advent sermon from 20 years ago that goes viral every Advent.
Here all the all-time best viewed posts from my site:
(About the header pictures on my blog: this is the view out my back window, or in the warm weather, off my back porch where I do a lot of my writing. I change the picture with the changing seasons. All the photos are my own.)