Even the Weeping

“Those who go out weeping, bearing the seed for sowing . . .”      – Psalm 126: 6 Even the weeping bear seed. Even the weeping. Unknowingly, unintentionally, they nonetheless bear seed. O God, bless the seed. Bless the weeping. Bring forth the world you so steadfastly envision. Move your spirit through us to … More Even the Weeping

There Is a Flame

There is a flame. I know there is; I have not forgotten all the teachings. My soul remembers, yet my body labors in the mine, head down, back bent, hands full. The work, poorly lit, is not my best, but I don’t stop. I will not stop. When I lose heart, I will link arms … More There Is a Flame

Exploding

What is prayer? What is practicing the presence of God? How is my life prayer? How is it not? What is there even to say about this unbelievable time? Everything is exploding. We are losing people to a virus. We are losing people to racism. I can only look at the big picture for so … More Exploding

Easter Nonetheless

Such a different Easter from ones we are used to. Such a different way to gather and praise God, to acknowledge and give thanks for what God has done. But it never was about the crowds, really. Easter first dawned in a garden, with only one soul to witness that it had taken place. One … More Easter Nonetheless

Holy Saturday

The darkest day. The day of complete despair, desolation, hopelessness. Holy Saturday. Did birds sing on this day? Did the sun shine? Were children noisy and playful, or did the whispering of the somber adults quell them into watchful silence? Was there any part of creation that did not know all was lost? Did the … More Holy Saturday

The River

There is a river that is God, running right through my heart, soul, and body. It is where I live and have my being. The pulse and flow of my life beat within that river. The dancing light of my joy, the solemn depths of my sorrow, the varied stones of my cherished memories are … More The River

The Parent

I need to clean my glasses. I have spent the last three days making Christmas happen, and literally every time I have sat still for a minute, I have said to myself, “I need to clean my glasses.” I am the parent, among other things. I am the engine. I am the initiator, the concluder, … More The Parent

In the Dark

God plants seeds at night in the dark. Plenty of time in this season of the year to accomplish this planting. We are the soil – disturbed, restless. Sensing change coming, unable to envision the future. Our task, if we so choose, is to continue our nurturing work for ourselves, for each other, for the … More In the Dark

Mary Knew

Jesus and his disciples had also been invited to the wedding.  When the wine gave out, the mother of Jesus said to him, “They have no wine.”  And Jesus said to her, “Woman, what concern is that to you and to me?  My hour has not yet come.”  His mother said to the servants, “Do … More Mary Knew

God In My Pocket

I kept God small. I didn’t do it on purpose. I didn’t even know I was doing it. But I kept God small, portable, in my pocket. I loved God. I loved my small God, and occasionally I pulled God out of my pocket, secured God to the dashboard, and said, “You drive.” But later, … More God In My Pocket