This week I remembered a conversation I had with a woman many years ago. I had gone to teach a
Some people can look at the big picture and take it in. Others of us have to plant down on
I confess, I have now been part of a ukelele flash mob, back when mobbing was not a public health
There is plenty of good work to do—beyond the ministries of the church itself, we have a world of opportunity.
It’s not social distancing. It’s just “safe distance.” One of our older ladies’ classes met with me Tuesday morning in
Irony contains great truth—that America could be demonstrating its oldest pain so openly on the day celebrating Christian barrier-breaking contains a word from the Lord for us. Deeds, not words.
So, two more little poems. I can’t help it. They just pop out. Whether they spread uncontrollably is, well, not up to me. Maybe a smile amid the little glimmers of loss that intrude on the day.
This is a time of many “firsts.” I suspect this is true of everyone. Our church staff, like all congregations
Sometime I will have to gather my thoughts about this breathtaking revolution that has been forced on us in the
Morning coffee comes to our cells, We are not in jail, we are monks of the pandemic “Go to your