
Recognition
Recognition Resurrection plus ten: is the shock wearing off or setting in? That time when the child was lost three days, three hours, three minutes

Recognition Resurrection plus ten: is the shock wearing off or setting in? That time when the child was lost three days, three hours, three minutes

Resurrection is coming. It is important and sometimes difficult to hold on to that hope; yet resurrection that glosses over the reality of death, the finitude of death, that last piece of the solidarity of the Incarnation reins in the hope that might otherwise extend even to the rubble of a hospital, or the shores of a storm-churned beach, or the shut-off third rail of a subway system.

Dear God,
When the ashes are felt upon our head,
draw us closer to you.

Recently the world seems like too much. So I lift up this prayer for us in the midst of all of it.

As well as thirst and satisfaction, work and rest, heat and cooling, Jesus’ conversation with the woman of Samaria was about history and belonging, relationships, restoration, and the deep well of God’s love and faithfulness. Such things the lake brings to mind as the breeze moves across the waters, rippling away my reflection and replacing it with its own face.

Statement issued by The Episcopal Church linked here. [April 20, 2021] This is a tense and troubled moment, as we await the jury’s verdict in

Crocuses purple the lawn in Lenten array.
Surrounded by dead, dry leaves of last year, they
insist upon spring, despite the morning frost.
My prayer is ice –
How long, O Lord?

Let this, then, be my prayer: not for an unblemished sacrifice, but for an unblocked heart; not for a unwearied spirit, but for pasture to rest in; not for the perfection of love, but for love enough to continue to pray imperfectly and fervently.

We continue to sit with Job’s story through our Daily Office readings (today, Job 6:1; 7:1-21). He is a parable for the prophet, a paragon for the saint, a mouthpiece for the protest, a sibling to the sorrowful whose sighs are too deep for words.

The trees are swaying and dipping, murmuring and hollering, dropping and dripping; some prostrate themselves, as though this were the Holy Spirit giving voice to