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(For the past several months, I’ve participated in a group organized by Oasis Ministries that meets for monthly silent retreat days. We meet one Saturday a month at an old farm turned retreat center near Elizabethown, PA.) I arrive in the nick of time,...
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Six boys scanned the yard from late afternoon until dusk. They walked with their heads down, six pairs of eyes scoured the not-yet-green grass. Each step bore silent anticipation, nervous chatter bubbled up around their listening. When the metal...
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Wherever there is stillness there is the still small voice, God’s speaking from the whirlwind, nature’s old song and dance . . . – Annie Dillard, Teaching a Stone to Speak Five months pregnant with twins, I waddled up a narrow, rocky path. I was...
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The wood is slow to burn this morning, reluctant and stubborn. Leaning into the stove’s metal mouth, I draw deep breaths and exhale with force in a steady rhythm. This must be how God hovered over the still body formed from the earth, the slow, stubborn dust pressed...
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(Photo Credit) Most mornings I’m up by six with the goal of ingesting equal amounts of caffeine and silence before the clock strikes seven and the kids tumble down the stairs. This morning when I plopped down on the love seat with the first warm cup of...
