The Lovely Lie.
I remember standing with the chalkboard in my hands. We were doing a sermon series about grace, and I was asked to share what that amazing grace had done...
For Those Who Love Those Who Harm.
“If you could tell them anything, what would it be? What would you tell the people who love the people who harm?” ***** I remember our first conversation. We...
Voice in the Dark.
(prayer from The Praying Tree by Michael Leunig) I didn’t mean to wake up before dawn. But then again, I don’t ever really mean to wake up too early...
I Know What’s Wrong.
I awoke today to the sound of chimes. They were on my smartphone, telling me of the things that need to be done. Now. By hour. It’s the weekend,...
A Word for 2014: Redeem.
Last year was a first for me. A nudge to select a word and allow it to be written into my calendar days with India Ink intensity. The word...
Step Away.
“We must be careful with our lives, for Christ’s sake, because it would seem that they are the only lives we are going to have in this puzzling and...
Here & There. Words for This Day.
In the dark night’s stillness Love came down God robed Himself in humanity And the world held its breath awaiting the cry of an infant son. Hands raised...
Ugly Little. (A note to December)
Well, here you are, December. Advent begins. The expectant waiting. The anticipation. The something more. You are a reminder to me that there is true beauty waiting to bloom...
A Slippery Slope.
Strange hands taking my wrist again Somehow I’m still alone Voices shaking my steps again And I follow I heard it again just this week. Some well-meaning person...
Good and Bloodthirsty.
You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what’s a life, anyway? We’re...
The Rock. (a sermon to myself)
I wrote these words a few weeks ago, not realizing at the time that the sermon written for others would become what I needed to hear after a serious...
I Came Alive by Way of Dying.
“There are those who say that our story doesn’t really come alive until we share it with someone else – until the spark in our eyes lights a fire...
