Those who would watch over the dead make us alive to the fact that the violence we are tempted to accept as normal, occasional, random, is nothing of the kind. It is sinful, oppressive, deadening
We don’t take many steps to reach the church doors from our home. But each step becomes a prayer as we gather for worship.
If it were not for the nuanced and courageous reproach of his own servants, Naaman may have continued to suffer from his condition to the end of his life.
The Book of Jonah Before the beginning, there was only God. God both existed and did not exist, and God filled every space and
My house is a mess. I’ve been busy with studying and errands, so the floor has enough cat hair on it to make wall-to-wall carpeting,
Once I finally realize that all the splinters I am seeing are really my log it becomes easier (but not necessarily less painful) to pull it out and put it in it’s place.
“He got up and followed him.” This bit of the story of Matthew the tax collector who left his booth to become one of Jesus’ disciples rings like a gong in my soul today.
…to resist hatred with hatred is not to pose a counter narrative. Resisting hatred with hatred simply perpetuates the same sad, feckless story of domination.
The one who knows the power in preparing place. In welcoming through cleanliness, light, and fresh-smelling coffee. The one who knows God delights in welcoming anyone to walk through the doors
Perhaps it’s in practicing faith and opening our hearts to each other’s authority that we too will find ourselves in the company of angels.