“Take this bread, broken as my body is broken…eat this, in remembrance of me…” Eat this, in remembrance of Jesus, a teacher, a pastor, a radical, a beloved son whose body was broken by a system that could not bear his truths. Eat this, in remembrance of Sharon, the coworker whose body was broken one …
Deliver us, O Truth, O Love, from quiet prayer from polite and politically correct language, from appropriate gesture and form and whatever else we think we must put forth to invoke or to praise You. Let us instead pray dangerously – wantonly, lustily, passionately. Let us demand with every ounce of our strength, let us …
There is a moment In every undertaking There is a moment When everything is still… too still. There is a moment When nothing, nothing, NOTHING comes… When the mind is frozen. It is a scary moment It is a frustrating moment It is a moment where you doubt every part of yourself Why can’t I …
trees, in general; oaks, especially; burr oaks that survive fire, in particular; and the generosity of apples… seeds, all of them: carrots like dust, winged maple, doubled beet, peach kernel; the inevitability of change frogsong in spring; cattle lowing on the farm across the hill; the melodies of sad old songs comfort of savory soup; …
Oh Creator God, I live in a state of awe. I am in awe of the new friends I have met, who have such wisdom and insight to share. I am in awe of the technology that allows me to connect to these new friends – to find people all over the world who have a …
A conversation on Twitter just reminded me of the hymn “It Is Well With My Soul”… and I remembered that I rewrote the lyrics a couple of years ago. We had held a “check your theology at the door” hymn sing at the church, and we had a blast singing “Just As I Am” and …
A beautiful prayer by Michael John Faciane – I wish I’d written it. Today I purpose to live My life will shine As the morning sings I walk in liberty Bound in true dreams Manifested promises Chase my forward motion A covered path before me The fruits of my hoping The fruits of my living Today …
Don’t make friends with an elephant trainer unless you have room in your home for an elephant.– saying of the Sufis O Blessed one, you whose voice calls me to the sacred path of the pilgrim, I wish to seek you with all my heart. Yet I am often half-hearted in that desire when I …
I want to write about faith, about the way the moon rises over cold snow, night after night, faithful even as it fades from fullness, slowly becoming that last curving and impossible sliver of light before the final darkness. But I have no faith myself I refuse it even the smallest entry. Let this then, …