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This Advent season I’m excited to be joining John D. Blase and Win Collier in writing weekly reflections based on a passage from each week’s lectionary texts. Every Monday we’ll each be posting our own take on the passage at hand and...
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I stood on a steep, wooded trail eating raspberries by the handful. In that moment I was only my outstretched arm, greedy fingers prying plump berries from large clusters. I was eyes trained on the color red hiding beneath green leaves; I was only a gaping...
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. . . for Christ plays in ten thousand places, Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his. . . – Gerard Manly Hopkins Long and leggy, doe-eyed, she walks with confidence, a gentle fawn, a young colt. He is all angles, sharp...
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There’s just one shower here at our new old farm house and it stands about three feet high over an ancient porcelain tub. It’s quirky, you might say, just the sort of thing to inspire a little poetry, and here’s a case where one poem popped up...
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I woke up early on the morning I was scheduled to preach and drove to the spacious, wooded park a few blocks from our house. In preparation for speaking on the story of Elijah’s widow, I wanted to gather enough sticks to spread across a make-shift altar space,...
