Laundry

The laundry seems eternal: another load of whites another load of darks piled high in anticipation of a soapy wash cycle. I sigh over the never-ending presence of my laundry, constant need for attention . . . . . . . and then a chuckle a roll of laughter as I realize...

Not Enough Time

Modern American life has conflated the end of time — that is, the eschaton — with everyday time. We are living each day in a panic as though it is the last day. We are scurrying through each hour as though it is the only hour for work or rest or play or...

Sunday Prayer

If you’re willing to tolerate a cheesy 80s song, O LORD, I pray: Love, lift us up. Lift us up to be with you, for we are longing for the reassurance of your presence in our lives. Lift us up to be with you, because we need the courage to live boldly as your...

Incarnation

Peace to your broken heart, and peace to mine. Here in the holiness of flesh that is necessarily torn & bleeding, peace. I weep with you, my dear, because it is the only gift I have to offer. I break with you in longing for hope & delight, in recognition of...

Sunday Prayer

Gracious God, Beautiful Light, with the whole host of heaven we declare your goodness! We lean on your steadfast love as we plead: come and help us. We are scrambling for peace but finding chaos, searching for blessing but overwhelmed by trouble. Interrupt our worries...

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