Breaking Bread

Breaking Bread

Bless this bread, bless this gather, may we live for you each hour. Send us out with bread not stone, so that no one eats alone. In a world full of fear keep us always drawing near to your body in each place where we might again learn grace. Bless this bread, bless...

Grace

Smile at me today, O LORD, and I will dance forever. Touch me gently like a mother brushing her child’s feverish forehead, and I will leap from my sickbed to serve you. Guide my feet over this treacherous way, and I will follow you beyond the horizon. Say that I...

Ice Cream

Ironic it seems to me that the best times for stillness are dawn and dusk: the cusp times the briefest moments a blooming or a fading that catches your breath and holds it in grace And I like to think that I would be a better person if I could live always in that...

Lent 31: Scattered

Is there grace for me to be scattered? Is there even gift in it somewhere? I want to be gathered in, drawn close, secured and grounded, but instead I am scattered like pollen on the cool spring breeze. The stories you tell of scattered peoples decry unfaithfulness and...

Lent 2: Run-on

“I gotcha covered,” You say, like a friend unexpectedly picking up the lunch check, except that I can’t exactly get the next one (how do you treat God to lunch or coffee and does anyone know God’s favorite restaurant?); so I smile and say...

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