I went to Boneyard Beach this week. It is a long stretch of sand, covered with downed trees which appear to have toppled when the water eroded the sandy soil beneath them. Each one is its own work of art, like giant pieces of driftwood. The sun has bleached them to almost white. The root … Continue reading Even the Bones…
What Kind of God…?
What kind of God clothes himself in flesh? What creator forms and then inhabits his creation? What divine presence comes forth from the womb of a woman? What God gives himself over to his enemies to be tortured and killed, and then saves them all with the very blood they drew from him? What kind … Continue reading What Kind of God…?
For All that is Good
For all that is good. For all that is Holy. For all that is sacred. I lift my face. For all who weep. For all who mourn. For all who have lost. I lift my voice. Between Friday and Sunday there is lament. Distress. Regret. Grief. Between Friday and Sunday there are tears. Weeping. Wailing. … Continue reading For All that is Good
When I was a kid, I went to a church that had a communion table in the front. Carved along the edge were the words, ‘Do this in remembrance of me.’ The words are taken from Luke 22:19, the part of the story where Jesus has his last meal with his followers. The word remembrance … Continue reading Re-member
It is dark. I-can’t-see-my-hand-in-front-of-my-face kind of dark. I-must-be-blind kind of dark. The light has escaped, swallowed up by blackness. My soul writhes, grasping for any flicker or any spark it thinks it sees. Only there are no flickers. There is only the black hole where my heart used to be. A vacuum that sucks all … Continue reading After…
Scraps of Paper
I have spent the past two days going through scraps of paper in my Aunt Betty’s house. As she moves closer to the fullness of life beyond this temporary body, going through her things seems an invasion of privacy. Yet, I have learned a lot in these past two days. Going through scraps of paper … Continue reading Scraps of Paper
A Story (Part 1) A Man arrived at an old barn in his faded jeans and flannel shirt. His kind eyes were piercing. His smile, quick to surface. He had a purposeful gait, but was not in a hurry. As he stepped into the barn, he waited a moment for his eyes to adjust to … Continue reading Repurposed
At Easter, I don’t like to dwell on the crucifixion. I prefer to camp out at the empty tomb and read about the glorious death of death. The violence of Jesus being beat and tortured unto death breaks my heart to pieces. The pain and agony are too much. The betrayal, the march to the … Continue reading Dwell Here
Whispers on the Wind
For the first time ever, there were no Easter baskets at my house today. There will be no celebratory meal either. I didn’t buy a special dress. Before the dawn, I dressed in blue jeans and a sweat shirt, grabbed a coat, chairs, and blankets and headed for the hills. As we climbed, the full … Continue reading Whispers on the Wind
I love doors. Old ones, elaborately carved ones, simple ones, bright ones, rustic ones…they draw my eye and peak my curiosity. A door that turns my head seems to invite me in, as if it has a story to tell. Depending on the building, I find myself … Continue reading Doors