Geese appear high over us, pass, and the sky closes. Abandon, as in love or sleep, holds them to their way, clear in the ancient faith: what we need is here. And we pray, not for new earth or heaven, but to be quiet in heart, and in eye, clear. What we need is here….
It seems fitting to write something about the death of Jesus on this Good Friday. Two thousand years ago a man from Palestine hit the scene in the Roman Empire and made a mark unlike anything humanity has encountered before or since. Today is the day we remember that he was crucified in a terrible…
Years ago, I took a trip to Morocco and managed to spend a couple of days in the company of some bright and beautiful Muslim women. One evening we sat around a dining room table and talked about our different faiths. We spoke in Spanish, broken French, and translated Arabic. To this day, it was…
The first time I fell off a horse was when I was about seven years old. My dad is a horse trainer and I used go out to the stables where he worked. I’d climb up with him and yell, “Faster, Dad. Faster!” He’d laugh and ask the horse for more speed. There was one…
It was brought to my attention over the last couple of weeks that my daughter has been encountering the infamous academic caste system we all love so much. Exclusion from, or inclusion into a small group of people. The criteria for “getting” into these cliques is absolutely subjective – based on looks, clothing, boys who…
Our early morning car trips to the bus have become a sacred place for me with my kids. We usually drive out of the house toward the bus stop and have about five to seven minutes in the car while we wait. I’m not sure how it happened, but the ride and subsequent wait have…
It’s hard to explain how I’ve been feeling of late. Work is intense. Hobbling around on a broken foot is exhausting. My son Lucas turning eleven is overwhelming. It’s emotional and brings on waves of nostalgia. I remember the day he was born as though it were yesterday. The feel of his tiny little hands…
Emma, Lucas, and I sat in my car a few days ago before school; the rain came down so hard we had to concentrate to hear one another. The car was still cold so we were shivering, tired, still stuck in the morning fog of slow movements. I was wishing we could escape the on-rushing…
In response to my recent post on people-pleasing, a good friend made a thoughtful comment to me about how it’s hard not to want to help, especially when we see someone in a difficult situation. My friend is right. It is hard when we want to help someone and they don’t seem to want or…
There’s this verse at the end of Romans chapter two that has me thinking. It’s one I’ve been pondering over the past few weeks because I’m a classic people pleaser. I want everyone to be happy. In particular, I’d like to them to be happy with me. There’s at least two problems with this. The…
