The cold breaks overnight, may I never forget to be grateful. Morning arrives gray but with a little mist. The river murmurs beyond the pasture, a language I love but never learned to speak. Something bad is going to happen. I can feel it. There was a phase in my study and practice when, hadContinue reading “Advent Journal: If the Cross Comes”
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Advent Journal: Stars Then
The stars were so bright this morning, the air so still and cold. Imagine craving diamonds or a lover when a sky like this is just given to you! Or am I confused again about God? Laughing at myself in the darkness – my wordiness, my devotion to inquiry, my goofy knack for stumbling intoContinue reading “Advent Journal: Stars Then”
Advent Journal: When the Light Passes Through
Yesterday was funny. I bought four pretty little glass mugs at a tag sale for two dollars. All four together fit in the palm of my hand. I love colored glass and anything else that becomes even more beautiful when the light passes through it. How easy it is sometimes to be happy! In theContinue reading “Advent Journal: When the Light Passes Through”
Advent Journal: A Piece of Bread
Differences appear, right? This shirt is blue, that one is red. Sunflowers are not bluets. When you fall into the lake, I don’t get wet. Differences are not a problem. The problem is when you and I say, “this difference is me.” When we talk about separation, that’s what we’re talking about – that subtleContinue reading “Advent Journal: A Piece of Bread”
Advent Journal: Briefly and Gloriously Perfectly Clear
Thaddeus visits briefly to say, stop trying to win an argument. Nobody cares. When I protest, he shrugs and disappears. Not my circus, not my monkeys, as the kids say. In holy circles I am just outside the perimeter of, identity is not what matters – Jesus’s or anybody else’s. You have to let itContinue reading “Advent Journal: Briefly and Gloriously Perfectly Clear”
Advent Journal: Hinterlands Full of Apostles and Prophets
Holiness undoes the stranglehold of identity. It shifts the locus of identity from the body to the collective, and from the collective to God, Whom Jesus knew as a Father. For me – maybe for you, too – holiness is mostly an invitation to tell a different story and, in doing so, to realize whoContinue reading “Advent Journal: Hinterlands Full of Apostles and Prophets”