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And Jesus: little, embryonic, speck of Jesus; what does he see, from such a soft and secret place? What does he know, from such a small beginning? Continue reading
There are things they forget to tell you about being married. They advise you not to go to bed angry, to be kind, attentive, grateful, to say seven nice things every day. They may tell you to keep communications open … Continue reading
Constant God, You are the one fixed point in a universe that never stops moving; expanding, exploding, orbiting, spinning on its axis; the very earth beneath our feet shifts and shrugs, magma boils beneath the surface, fluid. No wonder we … Continue reading
Pray, not for an end to grief; tears fall, the waters of a hard labour.
Today’s meditation, offered as part of a multi-authored series available through the Episcopal Diocese of Ohio @ http://www.dohio.org: It is a day like no other, this Thursday in the fifth week of Lent. It isn’t one of the “big” days, … Continue reading
Frantic, fleeting moments in the old department store, for each passing second a hundred possibilities; few of them good. Disembodied voices broadcast fear across the floors: “Have you seen this child? Wearing a blue coat with a hood.” Elevators, escalators, … Continue reading
Seven times seven years married, seven years past; a rose remembers.
They say that Elijah raised a fatherless child, stretched out corpselike over his body, breathing for him, with him, breathing until his new life began. His mother, from then on, developed a habit of peering over his shoulder into the … Continue reading