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My friend spoke at a retreat recently, teaching about the use of icons in prayer. She explained that icons are painted with skewed perspective – limbs jut off at odd angels and the symmetry typically associated with beauty is often missing. “The...
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Michelle DeRusha’s debut book, Spiritual Misfit: A Memoir of Uneasy Faith, was the first package to arrive at our new house. As a member of her launch team, I received a free copy and started reading it late at night while we waited for the phone and...
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It started with a crocus or two. Delicate blossoms like bright purple tissue paper, twisted. Then, later, the daffodils bloomed. Just two, opening on a cold rainy morning that left them covered with ice, but they endured. Now dozens of yellow...
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The Season of Resurrection Slender green fingers point toward the windswept sky, where a battle rages between blue and cottony white. Daffodil heads, wrapped in linen brown nod graciously, bright yellow flags waiting to unfurl. ...
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The following is a work of fiction based on the story of Jesus eating at Simon the Pharisee’s house (Luke 7:36-50). It’s based on a sermon from awhile back and seemed somehow appropriate for Lent. He tended to every detail. ...
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(How does an introverted mother make it through the long, cabin-fevered months of winter with four wild and wiley children underfoot? Why, she reads to them, of course.) This is the scene every morning and night at my house: me in sinking into a well-worn hollow...
