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I was afraid . . . and I hid (Genesis 3; Matt. 25) The old habit dies hard, the fear that drives one like a hare, hunted, pursued by God-only-knows what terror, darkened shadow, lurking nightmare. I was afraid, Adam said, because I was naked. Vulnerable, exposed, like...
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Friends, I waited and watched and listened yesterday but by the time I slipped between the sheets last night, I had no words to offer you. Instead, this morning, as I am recovering from a long, intense week, I want to offer you the stillness of Psalm 131....
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“The Windsock Visitation” by Brother Michael O’Neil McGrath “The Windsock Visitation” by Brother Michael O’Neill McGrath – See more at:...
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Comfort, O comfort my people, says your God. – Isaiah 40:1 There’s a comfort that enshrouds the living in the illusion of safety, swaddled in excess, removed from exposure, bundled like that boy in A Christmas Story, unable to move or effect...
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An American soldier is comforted after learning of the death of his friend. Korean War 1950 Comfort, O comfort my people, says your God. Speak tenderly to Jerusalem, and cry to herthat she has served her...
