Resurrection: what God does with your wounds
I’ve been so grateful since I heard, a few years ago, that Easter isn’t a single day but Eastertide, the whole fifty day stretch from Easter Sunday to Pentecost. I…
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: 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…