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...

Sunday Prayer

Be creative, O God our God, be resourcefully inventive we pray, for your children are wandering and weary, without a refuge or hiding place from their persecutors. With a deft hand sew a cloak of comfort and forge an armor of protection around those who need it most....

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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