Middle age is an insidious thing. Like most things in life it sneaks up on you- there is no play book and suddenly there it is. Novels and movies either romanticize or demonize it, but I believe the truth lies somewhere in the middle and one's experience is punctuated by gender, economics, circumstances...even luck. This … Continue reading Lenten Ache
Palm Sunday – a poem
Sundays are for weeping My vessel, full from the daily burdens ripple until the freedom of a dimmed room and acoustics tip the overflow And I am emptied Ritualistic- the words to worship wash over me and I join Sometimes. Sometimes as a prayer Sometimes as a backdrop to my most honest pleas with the … Continue reading Palm Sunday – a poem
Tangible Grace
In the Christian walk we understand grace to be the cornerstone of what we call the gospel. However, it falls into the realm of spiritual mystery- something unseen; felt, but intangible. And this is how God moves most of the time: in quiet unseen ways, we often see the answers to prayer and his workings … Continue reading Tangible Grace
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