Lent 15: Lost Coins

My prayer is twisted and torn, like the tissue into which it is poured. I’ve replayed each failing again and over again in my mind, searching for a reason for grace. I’ve calculated each loss, even predicted the ones to come, reaching for a reason to hope....

Lent 14: Psalm 95

Go to the highest place you can find — the small knoll in the cornfield or the 55th floor of the skyscraper; hike through the rocky foothills or stand at the edge of the ocean; and shout, My God, my God is great! Lean your head back, look up and marvel: the...

Lent 13: For God’s Sake

I crave coffee, chocolate and convenience. You do not name yourself The God of Easy Living, and your reputation is not upheld by my indulgences. I work hard to keep my little world intact. You are not called Holy Myopic One; you see worlds and sytems and connections,...

Lent 12: With the Ears of My Heart

I listen. Through meetings and emails, I listen. As people talk, as the day unfolds, I listen. Beyond my “to do” list, beyond my busyness, I listen. I listen. To the parable in the powerpoint, I listen. To the gifts of sun and sky and coffee, I listen. To...

Still Working

Still working. Jesus, may it be so that you are still working. Still working in Palestine and Israel. Still working in Crimea, torn by loyalties and language, power and poverty. Still working somewhere in the remote direction of Congress. No. I mean: yes, but no. Let...

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