Dust you are: growing small
I run past trees with limbs still winter-bare, each twig curled upward, reaching for heaven. Some days you can reach and other days your limbs are limp and the longing…
Dust you are: a celebration
There are still three weeks to go in Lent, three weeks more of intentionally exploring what it means to be fully human followers of Jesus, not living just in our…
Dust you are: living the mystery together
There are three ministers sitting at the front behind the communion table. I’ve come full today, full of the sadness and fear and anger I’d tried to leave behind but…