Third Sunday in Advent: A Sestina
Come and more than hover, come and root
in rock-hard hearts, ignite us, hurricane us, earthquake our ache,
for we are empty caves,
Come and more than hover, come and root
in rock-hard hearts, ignite us, hurricane us, earthquake our ache,
for we are empty caves,
One night, I dreamed it wasn’t just me. Every other old codger had gone silent. It seemed that any man over about age 50 could
One finds good news where one can these days, and here comes some good news for the church: the work of ecumenism thrives in the
In any case, Evangelicals of the contemporary American variety have always felt to me like the cousins my family visits only once a year for
Project: make a macramé plant hanger.
Burning questions: Could I do it? And does crafting relieve anxiety?
Sumac and scrubby grass, dense-leaved oaks and maples, jumbles of every possible green. Blue spruce, Douglas fir, white pines, red pines, the astonishing symmetry of
The first issue arrived in November. I remember being so excited, I brought it along to catechism class on a Wednesday afternoon. How I gazed
I wonder if that is the true definition of wilderness: places where we find ourselves unprepared and bewildered. No solution seems obvious or forthcoming. Sometimes
The mood is oddly chipper considering we are about to play for a funeral. This is what we do at our church: when someone dies,
Come, Savior.
Come amid the salt-crusted cars lined up at the light,
amid the clamor and bustle of commerce,
the grocery store cash