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...
The heavens are full of ruby-hued jewels, alive with the ridged wrinkles of glistening garnets, awash in the juices of fruitful glory. Ah, the delectable flesh of this sky! Round the center seeds small and smaller wink like stars in a carnelian firmament, the center...
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,...
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...
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...
K.C. Ireton is a writer and teacher. The author of The Circle of Seasons: Meeting God in the Church Year and Cracking Up: A Postpartum Faith Crisis, she lives near Seattle with her husband and four school-aged children. She is a lover of books, gardens, and tea. Also, Oxford commas.