Tagged: hope

Dark is never as absolute as it seems.

Holy Saturday

I’ve spent some time today, reflecting on how the last few days of Holy Week have played out for my family. Before the glory of tomorrow, I wanted to think about how hope works in the darkness. “Holy Saturday” On Thursday, After I had washed the feet of my son...

The best effort of one of my children.

Whispering the Sacred Songs – Intentionally Crafting Community

Note: I was reminded of this post from over year ago after thinking about why we say the Lord’s Prayer together every week in church. We encounter people in our midst every week who feel ostracized and alone. We have the salve of grace and presence to offer in the...

It's my ears that make me slow, not my lack of running.

Graceful Ears

This article appeared originally at Religious Herald and my previous blog. Seemed an appropriate repost on a day when many of us have spent time in close quarters with one another waiting for the next Snowpocalypse. Some Things Are a Drag Even before my hair started to go and betray...

the saints never look angry, do they?

Follow the Joy

Note: I hope you’ll pardon the royal “we” used throughout. I know that the experiences of our lives are far less uniform than I suggest. However, I also know that there is a commonality in our experiences that binds us together. Back When We Were that Age When we were...

What am I doing here, I thought all grackles lived near the HEBs in Waco.

Belonging

A few years ago, I was sitting in the car outside of Target while my son slept. My wife, daughter, and mother-in-law went in to do some shopping. On this particular day, I was reading something in the backseat when a woman walked past the car on her way to...

Plenty of Space

Waiting: Reflections on Hospital Waiting Rooms

Yesterday, I spent most of the day in the waiting room at the hospital. As I sat and talked with the people I was with, I noticed an interesting phenomenon. I then thought back over all the times that I have been in hospital waiting rooms, trying to figure out...

Two Should Sit, Rock, and Talk

The Rocking Chair

Today is a cloudy day. My brain feels cloudy too. Because I’ve been raised on a good protestant work ethic, I know to abhor the cloudy brain, to force it into clarity so that I can get stuff done. But then I remember (because my wife reminded me) of some...

A Drawing I Made with Some words

This Too Shall Pass

As the snow has begun to melt and those stranded in the Birmingham area have begun to be able to return home, I was reminded of some flowers I saw last Spring. I had been driving through a gray day to visit someone when red flowers appeared in the median....

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Looking Up: Remembering Whose We Are

***Note: The poem and accompanying thoughts below are the very first blog post I ever wrote. I wrote it about three and half years ago and a few blogging attempts ago. I came across it as I was trying to clean up some files and decided to share it here....

I love drawing yetis because I hate coloring.

The Power of Yet

With little statistical data, I’ll argue that the most powerful word in the English language is the word “yet”. It is by no means the most featured conjunction; it doesn’t even garner a mention in the song by which all conjunctions claim their fame, “Conjunction Junction”. Nor is it an...