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I’ve been immersed in Jesuit priest Gregory Boyle’s books recently (Tattoos on the Heart and Barking to the Choir). I’m so encouraged and enchanted by his sense of God’s innate qualities – qualities affirmed in scripture, but often...
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Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often have I longed to gather your children as a mother hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you were not willing. Matthew 23:37 Not long after his triumphal entry into...
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Prayer . . . is listening to the voice that calls us “My Beloved.” – Henri Nouwen My husband wakes, alone, in the early morning dark. While the rest of us sleep, he lets the dog out, rekindles a fire in the wood stove, and turns on the coffee...
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My twin boys, now six, are still little enough to let me sneak a snuggle. So, I do, as often as I can. I tuck their sleep-warmed bodies close in the morning and press my aging cheek to their soft skinned faces. I drink in the profile of their noses...
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Some days, after working in my office all morning and eating a quick lunch at my desk, my body grows heavy and slow and my thoughts turn to molasses. With just an hour left before the first child arrives back home, before I leave to work an evening shift at the...
