This Rush of Wings Afar

It is Advent, friends, the beginning of a new church year, a time when we look back with gratitude and joy for the first Coming of our Saviour as a baby in Bethlehem and forward with hope to His second Coming at the end of the ages. Since we live our whole lives...

Enough

The spirea branches that brush the window still bear red and yellow leaves. Beyond them, the fig tree is bare, its yellowing leaves ripped from its branches by Saturday’s windstorm. A few forlorn figs hang in the gray mizzle of morning, dripping rain. Soon, they, too,...

Medusa Has A Headache (Part Two): Engage the Hyacinth

At the end of April, I had the privilege of co-leading, with my dear friend Susan Forshey, the women’s retreat at my church, Bethany Presbyterian. The retreat was called “The Unforced Rhythms of Grace,” and we focused on living a contemplative life...