The Tug of the Invisible

When Amanda and Eliot were young, we’d often fly a kite on Easter afternoon. After lunch, I’d feel groggy from the busy and glad morning of worship leadership, but the kids would be amped-up on chocolate bunnies, peanut-butter cup eggs, and jelly- beans. I’d want to...

Gentle

Photo by Reign Abarintos on Unsplash Recently, when quiet enough to listen, I’ve heard whispered the word gentle. The whispers have become a beckoning to explore how to be gentler in my relationships with creation, others, and myself. Gentle has a checkered history in...

On Not Losing Heart

It had been one of “those” Sundays: the sermon misfired, the choir was off-key, the chair of deacons mentioned a member who complained she didn’t get a visit when she was in the hospital, someone slipped a critical anonymous note under the office door, and the roof...

I don’t get it

I’m a flawed follower of Jesus. I’m aware of gaps between what he teaches and how I live. There’s distance between his vision of the world as God means it to be and the world that my ego insists upon. In other words, I’m a sinner. To paraphrase the confession I pray...

Dark Night

(photo: pixbay) This post comes from journal reflections. While I’m reluctant to share them, I do so with the hope that they can help others. “I pray and incur  silence” (poet R. S. Thomas, “The Presence”). For more than a year, until very recently, God has been...

Lost and Found

Source: Unsplash A few weeks ago, hiking late in the day near Hot Springs, I got lost–not just temporarily detoured, utterly and completely lost. I was alone and hadn’t told anyone of my plans. I was in an area I know well, so I didn’t take a trail map or...