…it reminded us that Emery’s love and faithfulness still reverberated through the world. That love may linger in the memories and lasting example of a beloved friend. It may also walk up to us in the guise of a stranger. But no matter what, love is never lost.
The memory of my ordinary angels has stayed with me. I suspect that neither of them know they were my angels, but they couldn’t have been more heaven sent if they had had wings and halos.
We take time to be in relationship with one another. We also need time to be in relation with all of creation, so that we
A part of me mourns the loss of my childhood intimacy with both libraries and churches. It was wonderful being surrounded by people who believed in my potential and who actively encouraged me to become who I am today.
Just writing the words “another mass shooting” makes my hand shake. As I write this, ten victims are known to have died, and twenty victims are hospitalized.
Sometimes procrastination is a sign that I have hit the limit of my skills. I want the finished piece to be better than I can make it. However, perfect is the enemy of good. I am never going to make anything that is perfect.
As we walk by faith, not by sight, we may feel that we have been set down in desolate spots at times. Then the morning comes, and we behold the wonders of heaven, right beneath our feet.
By comparing Mary’s visit to Elizabeth with David bringing the ark of the covenant to Jerusalem we recognize that Mary is the unseen ark who carries the living word of God.
Standing and staring like the cows is surely one of the most important things we can do. It creates an open space in which God can unfold in just the way she has always dreamed. This is the Christian’s real happiness, to provide a space for the unfolding, a platform for love, the body that allows eternity to move in the world.
This is my last day of editing a weekly page of The Lead. I feel it is time to turn the work over to new