We’re coming to the end of Epiphany, the celebration of the wise men visiting Mary and Jesus Baptism, but even with the birth of Christ, Bethlehem paid a terrible price….
Finally, the bitter cold eased enough so I could leave the farm. After a long lunch with a friend, I decided to go to Ulta, a woman’s toy store full…
The following is where I imagine what it was like to be Photini, the woman at the well (John 4). See what you think. Jacob’s Well I tell you he…
“Do you want to be healed?” he asked. He smelled like cinnamon and pepper and cut through our stink, all of us unwashed, honey pots next to us. Yes, his…
I’m not Peter. I never said, “If it’s you let me step into the storm and come to you.” So don’t go blaming me for trying to walk on water….
Right now I’m challenged by my faith and my failure to follow Jesus properly. Yet the basic story of Easter is reassuring and freeing.
“The harvest is ended, the summer is past and we are not saved” rattles through my mind like a chant this holiday season. I have bowed under the yoke of…
During Holy Week, Jesus mourned over the destruction he saw coming to Jerusalem. His beautiful city wrecked. The Temple where Heaven met Earth taken apart stone by stone. People butchered….
When the sun appeared after a month of pewter skies, I was startled to see the beauty of our shadows gliding along the ditch, the incarnate dogs and shadow dogs…
Since we moved to the farm, when I think about Christmas eve, I think about the old legend how the animals speak when the clock moves over midnight. I have…