Lindy Thompson

I wrote these words a little over a year ago.

Prayer Song for Orlando PASSION CHORALE 76.76 D (“O Sacred Head, Now Wounded”) 1. We gather now in prayer for souls we have never met. As members of one family, we pledge not to forget. There is no comprehending this sudden violent loss. The opening of our eyes comes at such a tragic cost. 2. … More Prayer Song for Orlando

This is a prayer for you, a soul I have never met; those of us now left behind promise to never forget. There is no sense to be made of violence and hatred and loss. The opening of all our eyes is coming at such high a cost. From the destruction and pain, ashes of … More A Prayer

What would happen if I stayed in the present moment? What would happen if I didn’t allow my mind to play out scenarios? What would happen if I turned off the inner show completely, watched nothing, and just lived, moment by moment, from the heart . . . from the depths of the heart, where … More Films

Jesus was sitting on the chancel steps, off to one side, near the organ.  He was just sitting.  I noticed he was barefoot.  I went over and sat near him.  Not on the same step because, it’s Jesus, you don’t sit on the same level as him, you sit below.  So I sat one step … More Jesus, Unexpected

it’s a party please come yes you as you are right now don’t dress up you are fine in your everydayness as am I please show up we’re going to make a big circle and leap up all together to see if we can reach the sky it will be amazing do come take my hand … More all together

We dream about these children. We long for them. When we are six years old we decide how many of them we’d like to have, and that number sticks in the mind. Ask anyone, they can tell you, how many children they always hoped for. When our children come to us, by birth or adoption, … More Confirmation

My soul finds rest in God alone, except, of course, when it doesn’t. My soul finds rest in God alone, except when I react based on the primal fear of the moment, running around like a startled rabbit, zigging and zagging to escape, moving too fast to find the safe, warm place that waits to … More Except

Up before dawn, I stepped outside. Dark sky, bright stars. A bird singing. A bird singing? Yes, it’s true.  The appearance of night, yet a bird was singing with all its tiny strength, ecstatic, jubilant, as if the sun had already risen. World, do what you will. You cannot silence this. You can try, but … More Easter, Finally

This is the darkest day. This is the day of complete despair, utter desolation, total hopelessness. This is Holy Saturday. Did birds sing on this day? Did babies smile and grab their feet? Was there any part of creation that did not know all was lost? Did the disciples hold each other and cry, or … More The Darkest Day