Holy Saturday, the loneliest day. It is finished. The carcass has been gutted. There is nothing left. Where did he go? He was just there. The morning after trauma. The morning after violence. The morning after horror. We live in a Holy Saturday world. Those who experienced the first loneliest day did not know that […]
Days like Good Friday can only be inhaled with the help of poetry. Peace to you today. Gethsemane BY RUDYARD KIPLING 1914-1918 The Garden called Gethsemane In Picardy it was, And there the people came to see The English soldiers pass. We used to pass—we used to pass Or halt, as it might be, And […]
I have many friends who have a spouse who struggles with depression. We share that story. I asked my husband, if I could interview him, with the hope that we could be of some support to those couples who are in the midst of “the black dog.” Depression How old were you when you first […]
There are moments when I wonder why I am a pastor. I get frustrated with denominational dilly-dallying, Presbytery pandering and session snarkiness. Sometimes I wonder if ministry matters. The world tells us that the church matters less today, or it matters in a different way today than it has in the past. Sometimes I get […]
When I was nine years old, my dream was to be a ballerina. I practiced all of the time. I read every book on ballet I could get my hands on and worshipped older dancers. I was in love with Micheal Baryshnikov and I know he was in love with me. I knew some day […]
Sections of Sermon on John 12…..or My Lenten Lament.
O God, make me discontented with things the way they are in the world, and in my own life. Make me notice the stains when people get spilled on. Make me care about the slum child downtown, the misfit at work, the people crammed into the mental hospital, the men, women and youth behind bars. […]
Thirst Mary Oliver Another morning and I wake with thirst for the goodness I do not have. I walk out to the pond and all the way God has given us such beautiful lessons. Oh Lord, I was never a quick scholar but sulked and hunched over my books past the hour and the bell; […]