It was cold and wet. Quiet permeated as the sun gently rose over the tree-lined ridge. The trails were muddy at the Abbey. The flow of air into my out-of-shape lungs was shallow and swift as I climbed the hill that, at the moment, felt like a mountain. I took…
The COVID-19 virus is spreading over the globe. It began in China and has migrated and infected people in numerous countries. “There have already been 174,000 cases and 6,700 deaths worldwide.” Fear and panic has also infected communities through digital media outlets highlighting stock market corrections, health-care system overloads, and supply…
Unwavering trust and dependence were forged as Jesus experienced what it meant to follow God’s lead through the Spirit, but also learn, unlearn, and relearn divine truths that he’d speak and do, for the salvation and freedom of the world.
Standing on the balcony or wandering in the wilderness provides new perspectives and paradigms, especially when considering the religious institutions we’ve constructed.
When we settle for crumbs rather than the Divine banquet feast, we are missing out on the heart of communion.
Stepping outside of the old self and Christian religious constructs is scary. Going into unknown territory is difficult. What if you knew freedom awaited you in those places? Would you go?
A bonus Sabbath poem.
As For Me: “It’s an ecumenical sanctuary, a multi-generational menagerie gathered in this holy space of grass and ground, air and sky.”
The seventh of seven poems that re-imagine sabbath.
The sixth or seven poems that re-imagine sabbath.
What Fish has taught me about church and discipleship.