Category: Speaking to the Soul

Gifts of the Spirit

There is something heart-expanding about the Pentecost story.  The followers of Jesus, formed by three years of teachings and healings, by the experience of his

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The Freedom to Listen

a poetic interpretation of Luke 10:38-42   Like many people my age I grew up hearing the story  of “Jesus’ home visit with Martha and

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Home Among the Weeds

At our former homemy beloved dislikedour Rose of Sharon trees—he likened them to weeds. Yet I am convincedthat it is always the “weeds”that provide the

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We Only Have Now

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

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An Episcopal Testimony

The TV is turned off. The sky is clouding-up as twilight approaches. The wind is swirling, and there is a possibility of rain, which we

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How does a person say goodbye well? That question seems to stump even the prophet Elijah. Twice, Elijah tells Elisha in today’s passage to “stay

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Blessing Beyond Boundaries

The rogation procession begins at the parish door, in ages past a lion leading the way, priest and people tracing and beating the parish bounds,

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“An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind.”—Mahatma Gandhi1 Peter 3:13-22 How should we respond when treated badly, even while doing good? How

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Editors' featured posts

Ashes into Beauty

“I am not just burning my mask however. I am using that as a symbol of transformation, a way to remind myself and those around me that the journey of Lent is preparing us for the beauty of Easter Sunday. So how will I accomplish this? This year, by creating artwork from the ashes.”


Toe Jam Vintage

“Now, in reading today’s Gospel in commemoration of Martin Luther, one could easily fall into thinking that the “pruning” and “casting into the fire” that’s being referred to here is about tossing heretics and apostates into the flames of hell.”


LIke a Tree Planted by Water

“The realm of emotion is also a place of fickleness.  Sometimes I feel God’s presence there and sometimes I have only ashes in my heart.  I can feel a deep joy in a melody, the winging of a goose over the rooftops, the prisms in a snowflake.  But just as quickly I can be crushed by loss, fear or illness.”


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