Music, writing, and poetry have always been the primary means by which I engage the Holy. More correctly, it is God’s way of assuring access to me, to my deepest parts. Perhaps it is the same for you?
May we be courageous enough to be vessels of grace and hope through and into which Easter still comes.
…caged and cradled in the heart of God, Easter comes.
On this day, many years ago, an ominous silence filled the world…
The Way of Jesus is utterly counterintuitive to all we’ve come to treasure.
I’m finding my soul’s middle ground. I bellow the fire of my spirit by smooring the fire in the hearth.