I toss a stack of weeds into the green waste bin and call out, “It’s time to plant seeds!” Continue reading “Carrots and Glory”
Sometimes I wonder,
Given all that’s happened between us,
All our long history,
Can it really be different?
What is a reconciled world
With all our half-hearted attempts at love
Standing in the middle? Continue reading “Victory Prayer”
When we find our wells of Peace have run dry
The world, within and without, misaligned
Into despair, the Incarnate Child
Brings his Hope and his Way Continue reading “Manger Song”
There are many beautiful traditions to love at Christmastime: nights alight with dazzling displays, neighbors sharing family favorite treats, music evoking decades gone by, candlelit churches keeping vigil in song, gifts that bring delight and joy.
But every once in a while I wonder… why is it that I love Christmastime so much?
Is it the pumpkin spice lattes and repetitive playlists? Are we really that enamored of turkey that never gets done cooking at the right time or kids hyped up on sugar?
The Word that spoke the world
Author existing in his own story;
choosing to be part of its limited scope,
it’s half-developed language,
its inescapable plot. Continue reading “Word Incarnate”
The most important questions cannot be asked with a
The fundamental questions require a Who. Continue reading “Ask Me a Question…”
Today I passed a man who carried within him
What I could not see, could not touch