As I promised in the last post here is the following excerpt from my novel The River Caught Sunlight, a passage that came to me like a vision where I…
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After church, the news of the attempted assassination of Donald Trump thumping in my heart, I had the opportunity to buy my first icon. The Holy Land Christian Solidarity Cooperative…
I pulled my cart up to the check out. A young man with white pines tattooed on his arm slid my milk, rice crisps, beans, eggs, ninety-nine cent fruit across…
John Muir says, “I’d rather be in the mountains thinking of God than in church thinking about the mountains.” Sure, the earth is full of the glory of God. The…
As I was finishing my essay about how my voice sounds like bare feet on gravel, I thought about how our voice becomes incarnate when our breath sings across our…
David Whyte in A Heart Aroused says, “The voice emerges literally from the body as a representation of our inner world. It carries our experience from the past, our hopes…
In Revelation, when the Seventh Seal was opened, an angel took the golden censor, full of incense and the prayers of the saints. He filled it with fire from the…
Lore Ferguson Wilbert in The Understory writes about the grief of losing friends because of politics, a relative abused people in the church, and the old, deep sorrow of her…
These days it feels like our society’s fabric is tearing so badly I can no longer read a book like I Cheerfully Refuse. Leif Enger’s dystopian novel, gives me nightmares…
A box bounced tumbled down the field in front of our neighbor’s home. Even far away I could see it was an empty Amazon Prime box, the wind kicked away…