41Aug 16, 2013
Sometimes my hurry seeps into the most precious places. Sometimes I carry it into eternal spaces, into my living resurrected, into holy things not made for hurry. Â Hurry is a temporal symptom. Â It is a physical distraction. Â Hurry is born of all that passes away. With a sigh, we lay our hands gently against our […]
42Jun 7, 2013
Sometimes for weeks on end, I feel empty and lost. Â Gone. I walk around like a shell of myself, dreading the things I have to do, wishing away the moments, missing the gifts. I chew on my own tongue, finding it hard to say the healing things. There’s this space, a gulf yawning wide between […]
43Dec 28, 2012
We gather, curling into chairs and each other, a half-moon twice bonded by blood—blood in our veins and scarlet-robed in Christ. There’s something important about this—the gathering. Â Living, we circle each other as satellites, moving in and away, making different bright constellations. Â But in these moments of worship, we are all here, all present, all […]
44Sep 2, 2011
My baby girl is all brand new, a butterfly free from a soul’s cocooning. She felt it, and we did too. Â The acknowledgement of it glistened in her eyes as she looked at her dad, and then at me, water dripping from wet fingers. On Sunday morning, we’d been discussing Nehemiah chapter 8 over breakfast—why […]
45Jun 26, 2011
A few Sundays ago, Kevin led the thoughts before the communion in worship.  I missed the public presentation because I was in the nursery singing Jesus Loves Me to a few beautiful toddlers, but Kevin had shared it with me the night before.  These thoughts, given by the Spirit, brought both of us to tears.  I […]