He didn’t see it, but felt it through the darkness of his mother’s womb, the flame that baptized drawn close enough to singe his foot, which caused him to leap. The wild fire caught and grew, ruining him for a life of conformity. So he moved to the wilderness...
My little boy resting in those early days. (A reflection on the Last Supper that I wrote during Holy Week, an invitation to us all as we return again and again to that life-changing meal.) It’s Holy Week and my littlest boy is sick. A fever struck early...
My friend spoke at a retreat recently, teaching about the use of icons in prayer. She explained that icons are painted with skewed perspective – limbs jut off at odd angels and the symmetry typically associated with beauty is often missing. “The...
The following is a work of fiction based on the story of Jesus eating at Simon the Pharisee’s house (Luke 7:36-50). It’s based on a sermon from awhile back and seemed somehow appropriate for Lent. He tended to every detail. ...
This is a reading I wrote for the Christmas Eve service at our church a few years back. Merry Christmas to you and yours and may you be blessed by the Light that shines! In the beginning was the Word and the word was with God,...
Design a spiritual life that works for your life. Sign up now to receive my FREE GUIDE explaining the top 5 characteristics of sustainable spirituality.
When you get the FREE guide you are also subscribing to Quiet Lights, my bi-monthly email containing contemplative resources and writing.
Thanks for subscribing! Check your email inbox for a link to download the free gift.
