The seasonal wonder of the lowly morel is a reminder that Resurrection simply is not of our making. We don’t control it, we don’t manage it, and it defies cultivation. All we can do is be faithful in our search for it, steward the places where we’ve seen it happen before, and enjoy it when it appears.
Sometimes I am asked: “Do you like (–or know—or trust–) the African?” My answer is always, “No.” I do not like the African: but I
Had I known that, I would not have chosen this path. I would never have known the things I now knew were on that path. I would have been in the dark about it rather than have been shown a wonderful light.
by Maria L. Evans Almighty God, the fountain of all wisdom, you know our necessities before we ask and our ignorance in asking: Have compassion
by Margaret Treadwell “Church is what you do” was the family mantra in my small hometown where the Episcopal Church became my spiritual, intellectual, emotional
My first thought was, “How in the world has this house stayed in one piece? It should have blown over in a thunderstorm decades ago.” I had been entrusting my life and my safety, night after night, in a house literally framed with scrap wood.
By Sam Candler We had a heap of storms last Friday night, and I pray for those who suffered from the tornadoes and from the
I wonder how many would be “conservatives” would be shocked to find out that they are reductionists, engaged in a “barren and contextless” announcement. If we are asserting the real Gospel, in all its shocking truth, we are issuing a decisive call to conversion and comprehensive transformation of life.
Only God our Lord can give the soul consolation without a preceding cause. For it is the prerogative of the Creator alone to enter the
By then, however, Henry and I, still feeling a bit stung, just shrugged off her kind and gracious invitation to do the same for us. After all, we were happy, we had two sets of paperwork: what more could we need?