Finding Hope and Rest in the Season of Lent
Almost every Lent, I return to Walter Brueggemann’s essay, “Remember, you are dust.” I return because I need to know all over again that God remembers that I’m dust, and…
Almost every Lent, I return to Walter Brueggemann’s essay, “Remember, you are dust.” I return because I need to know all over again that God remembers that I’m dust, and…
I always delight to see new life peeping out through challenge and hardship and death. Branches scattered on the ground, victims of the most recent wind—and buds, too, fattening on…
I’ve been savoring, this week, the grace in the word “unfold.” An elderly friend needs more care, and I see, finally, long-awaited details begin to unfold. A group of us…