by Josh Huber  In the dim daylight my office offers,  I try listening to my candles.            Unheard,  they tongue their

by Theresa Newell I held your hand when you were born. I loved you. I wept for all the troubles you will have in your

by: Emily Meeks  It may seem incongruent but in this season of Easter, I have been thinking about one particular snowshoe excursion from this past

by Josh Huber  Do consider the lilies. Also, if time allows, the daisies, tulips, daffodils, azaleas, snow drops, and dandelions. Not necessarily in that order

by Theresa Newell I recently attended a memorial for my aunt. There was a table with many pictures. One picture, my cousin explained, was of

by Josh Huber In Matthew, that first Sunday after Jesus was crucified, the Marys don’t seem to have a plan. They weren’t coming with spices

By: Emily Meeks  I opened and re-opened the MP4 file on my desktop, but the video I created would not play. A right click on

by Theresa Newell When I was a grade school child, I felt the pull of Gospel stories. Holy Week especially drew me. I wanted to

A prayer for quiet rest –After Psalm 131 (by Josh Huber) O Mother, you see me as I am–dust and to dust returning. I keep

Excerpted from Passion for Pilgrimage, by Alan Jones “In the Eastern tradition there is a critical period in our lives that is a privileged opportunity for