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When we came for a viewing of the house we live in now, my husband and I were like a pair of young love-birds looking for a place to nest, though we wouldn’t have said it in as many words. After guiding us through the house from bottom to top, the homeowner...
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Holy Saturday’s Work (for that which is already but not yet) Go outside and kneel beside still-sleeping beds. Strip away all that’s dead; the leaves, brown and curled, and the dry, empty stems of last year’s blossoms. Straighten, one-by-one, the...
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Then he said to them, “I am deeply grieved, even to death; remain here, and stay with me.” Matthew 26:38 Snow fell during my March retreat, swirling, driven white upon the spring-green and brown world. Flat and thin, large flakes like communion...
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Looking at Stars The God of curved space, the dry God, is not going to help us, but the son whose blood splattered the hem of his mother’s robe. – Jane Kenyon “You know you have blood on your shirt, right?” I was getting ready to meet a friend at a...
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Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings. Luke 13:34 Foxes have holes and birds have nests, but the Son of...
