The Beautiful Way One Woman Learned to See
In this world, the old always co-exists with the new, death with the springing of new life. I hear it in the story of the travelers on the road to…
In this world, the old always co-exists with the new, death with the springing of new life. I hear it in the story of the travelers on the road to…
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…
Here we stand at the start of a new year, its days and months waiting to unfold like petals on an amaryllis. When I slow and savor each moment of…