"Faith is not much different from work or love, from which life also grants us no rest. Sometimes, we look up from that work, pausing to catch our breath in this labor which we can never see compete and which we therefore perdure in by faith, posing love and being against death and nothingness, and… Continue reading So We Attend, So We Wait
... from the ever-so-lovely Luci Shaw: -- Possess your soul in patience Own it. Hold your heart the way you'd hold a live bird--your two hands laced to latch it in, feeling its feathery trembling, its fledgling warmth, its faint anxieties of protest, its heart stutter against the palm of one hand, a fidget in… Continue reading A Poem for the Impatience-Possessed
He, himself the living Author, wakes to life the sacred Word, reads with us its holy pages and reveals our risen Lord. He it is who works within us, teaching rebel hearts to pray, he whose holy intercessions rise for us both night and day. — "For Your Gift of God the Spirit," by Margaret… Continue reading From a favourite hymn, sung today
"What if we writers are able to tell stories of hurt and joy only because something in us is dulled enough to look them full in the face? What a mission we might have then, to introduce the truth of brokenness and redemption to our brothers and sisters terrified to hear it. We’d have to… Continue reading Whispering Along a Thin Trembling Thread
"In a German prison camp in World War II, unbeknownst to the guards, the Americans built a makeshift radio. One day news came that the German high command had surrendered, ending the war—a fact that, because of a communications breakdown, the German guards did not yet know. As word spread, a loud celebration broke out.… Continue reading Like the allied prisoners
Lenten worship calls us to carry, ponder and release heavy emotions. We sing sombre hymns of ashes, thorns, tears and blood. We wave palm branches in triumphant welcome. But soon after our hosannas comes the heaviest day of all – that Friday when we dwell on Christ’s pain and what it purchased … when we… Continue reading Easter Joy and Holy Joking
“We sleep to time's hurdy-gurdy; we wake, if ever we wake, to the silence of God. And then, when we wake to the deep shores of time uncreated, then when the dazzling dark breaks over the far slopes of time, then it's time to toss things, like our reason, and our will; then it's time to break our necks for home. There are no events but thoughts and the heart's hard turning, the heart's slow learning where to love and whom. The rest is merely gossip, and tales for other times.
― Annie Dillard, Holy the Firm