Blizzard, Looking Out
Morning, west window The sky feels oddly bright, considering the snow thickly falling in clustered flakes. The wind gusts, whirling flakes into powder, snowglobing my
Morning, west window The sky feels oddly bright, considering the snow thickly falling in clustered flakes. The wind gusts, whirling flakes into powder, snowglobing my
Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. —
Some quick work with online tools surprised me: the Bible is full of dwelling, from the Pentateuch to Revelation—at least in English. It turns out
The red planet and seed pods: an odd juxtaposition. But as I padded quietly through the gallery, it seemed to me that what the two
Part of my fascination, I suppose, is that we are talking about a face here. The article nicely rehearses the significance of the human face
What is the value of a thistle? We don’t entirely know. I suppose God does. I suppose the little prickler gives praise to God in
But amid all your advice about clothes and food, I notice you’re saying absolutely nothing about government corruption and malpractice, ongoing racial hatred, mass incarceration,
Suddenly I’ve realized how stupid I am. I’ve lived in this climate and latitude most of my life, surrounded by these fellow creatures going about
No lights were on, not even a candle. The dusk of the day through the opaque glass ceiling over our chancel area yielded just enough
We know what it’s like to be on display all the time, to be ever the responsible example, to be always leading and mentoring and