When my boys where little, they were fascinated by scars. So much so that when they fell and skinned a knee or got cut, one way to ease the pain was to talk about what a cool scar this was going to make someday. Then they would take the pain in stride and tell a … Continue reading The Song of My Scars
Resurrection Day
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
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
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
Michelle's Mosaic 