Here’s another lectio divinia from one of the Jesus stories that I have loved since I was a girl. All these people crowded in my house because I am…
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As a young teacher I was so committed to changing the world, I assigned, Writing to Change the World by Mary Pipher as my students’ reading. I had bought into…
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…
There’s a whisper off to the east, of storm clouds I can barely see behind the clouds. I miss the thunder heads that roared up from the south and the…
Once, when I was walking in the Belvidere Park, I stopped to chat with a woman. She suggested instead of writing down the hard things, why don’t I write down…
I’ve been attending Annie Kip’s free meetings showing us how to use the images and questions on her life coach cards. They are designed to jostle us out of ordinary…
Sometime in the middle of May, our hay field billows with grass and clover and dandelions. Bruce traipsed to the bottom of the field and sprayed thistles, what our county…
“I love you Jesus.” I thought with a gush of emotion. I don’t always feel this in my heart. I’ve not said it much, though my spiritual companion closes her…
“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….