Good Friday for the Children
I confess, I had forgotten the horror and brutality of the cross. I’ve been a part of the people of God for almost 30 years. On nearly...
Advent Joy
Today was hard. Like, brutally so. It was the kind of social work day where the unbelievable injustice of the world stares you right in...
Advent Peace
“And there was no more sea…” Revelation 21:1 I used to hate this verse. I love the ocean—the wildness of it, it’s color, the power and...
Sabbath and Anger
I’m furious. I have been for months. The 24-7 news cycle has wormed its way into my psyche and each “breaking news” headline sucks me...
The Hard Stuff: A Love Letter to My Body
A few weeks ago the women of my family gathered to witness and to care in the aftermath of a life-saving and body-altering surgery. ...
Hope and Lament
I need Advent this year, more than ever. It’s the season of longing, and I know longing. I turn to the prophet Isaiah, who watched...
Returning and Remembering
I’ve been silent here for a while. It’s been a ridiculous summer of changes: of the hard and scary kind of phone calls, of rummaging...
New Old Names.
It’s been over three months since I got back from Greece. That seems oddly too long and too short all at the same time. At this point,...
Call Me: Wanted
Several months ago I wrote this reflection about one of my kiddos at work. This week this child has been on my heart and I've realized...
Holy Saturday
“The women who had come with Jesus from Galilee followed Joseph and saw the tomb and how his body was laid in it. Then they went home...