I imagine they made it of living wood; the tree itself shared your fate,cut down in service of hateful violence,its beauty overlooked, its sacrifice, turning our exhaust into air,
After another mass shooting How long, Compassionate One, how long will you allow our angry spirits to arm themselves against their own children, our own
No lightning boltnor sudden fallbut the gentle tap-tapof mercy raininglike hoofbeatslike heartbeatsover the umbrellaof consciousness – Who are you? You sang, my pied piper;I was powerlessnot to
But what if I have spent too long staring into space longing for a sign What if the mystery were here all along in the
Ten years after the tragedy at Sandy Hook, with apologies to those still unconsoled, we wait still upon the Word to come; for good news to the victims of gun violence, peace on earth, and the goodwill to protect and celebrate every child of God. Amen: Come, Lord Jesus.
The day before, setting the table, wiping the counter, counting the seats, there is time to remember, to mourn those who will not grace this feast; those whom we see
Nothing escapes the attention of their inquisitive and thorough beaks. Nothing extraneous will be left unconsumed. Between them, they are cleaning up.
Can I free Jesus from my old and calcified, allegorically literal, algebraic interpretation of his parable about prayer and remember that God is not worn down by my cries, nor eroded by my need, nor numb to my grief, nor impassive to my witting and unwitting, egregious, and unnecessary participation in injustice?
If you were to write a gospel, what would you include? what might you leave out? Would you slide in a cameo of the time
Did Jesus delight in the absurdity of dreamscape?
Was he ever afraid to close his eyes?
Christopher Graham’s book traces the sometimes-surprising racial history of St. Paul’s, Richmond, Va., the former “Cathedral of the Confederacy.”
Richard Harries reviews two collections of essays by Clyde Kilby.
St. Thomas Church in Elizabethton is integrating bluegrass music into worship services.
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