A season of transformation
Some years by now the trees here are already bursting with bloom, but Saturday morning I pulled on my hat and boots and headed out into the thick fresh snow…
Why God calls us to take up our cross
As I sat back down in the pew last Wednesday, my forehead marked with a cross of ash, I noticed the little girl, two or three years old, in the…
Looking down to look up: the gift of Lent
Sometimes you can only look down. But even that can help you see up. On Wednesday, someone will smile into my eyes as they touch the cross-shaped ash onto my…