On Thursday, March 18 th, 2010
only a few words today in the midst … because…. Remember the possibility of sharing the light of the Advent to Lent wreaths with you? so the farm kids — and Mama too — work and serve and steep deep in audio Scripture for hours on end and listen to song hymns and sing too … while we happily labor here in early spring sun falling...
On Tuesday, March 16 th, 2010
We cut up whitepaper,pierce a hole right through,hang this passion …… on a bunch of wood. We read each day’s devotional. We hang the devotional’s accompanying art symbol on our own passion tree, the very same dogwood branches we hung our Jesse Tree symbols on at Christmas. We too are led to Calvary. ::::: How to Make Your Own Easter Tree Photos:...
On Thursday, March 11 th, 2010
The Light of the World that Mary carried to Bethlehem, light to shine on those living in the land of the shadow of death, He moves ever closer to Calvary. And the pitch black that fell for three hours at noonday. We walk with Him. We follow the Light. You asked if you could come with us? If your family too could join the tradition of following the Light of Christ through...
On Friday, January 01 st, 2010
I did see Tallest Son carry in the eggs, the thermometer. But we were cutting out snowflakes, stringing the tree, playing our favorite Christmas carols. And then sometimes, after they were all in bed and the house was quiet and the advent candles still flickered on in the dark, it’d catch me by surprise. To hear him too. I’d stand for awhile in the dark, at the t...
On Tuesday, April 14 th, 2009
Our paths had never crossed. I’ve been good with that. And when I ask him to come, come see the kids in a play Easter morning, not at the church but at the arena, neutral territory, and Dad asks if his step-daughter, my age, her children, his step-grandchildren, ages of my children, might come too, his family that I’ve never met though he’s been remarried seven years ...
On Monday, April 13 th, 2009
The cornerstone of Christianity is a rotting cell sparking, a heart valve quivering in the pitch, beetle scratching in black while convex chest cavity shudders, sunken death inflating with hot breath, atoms of second Adam recreating the universe. Photos: scenes from our holiest weekend of the year……sheep grazing down our road, shadow of the cross falling...
On Sunday, April 12 th, 2009
Photo: taken @ Musee d’Orsay, Paris… I was unfamiliar with the painting before coming across it in one of the last galleries,shadowed and empty.But in that startling quiet, I looked into those alive, ancient eyes and there was an instant recognition, electrifying, of that hardly-belief, that aching-hope, the feet running to tomb,now empty and shadowed. And all th...
On Saturday, April 11 th, 2009
…. because He is our Life (please consider muting sidebar music, or viewing clip here) May your weekend wanderings be of expectant waiting, kind friends … His resurrected breath is the very essence of our every breath… All’s grace,
On Friday, April 10 th, 2009
The children sleep and in a still house I pour blood down the drain.Scarlet drips from bowl’s edge and I’m struckwith images of the cutting of a throat, pools and reek ofof plasma, cells, platelets,the appeal of peaceable vegetarianism. And when I rub the marinate into the lamb, blood ponding on plate,I think of socially acceptable religion, inoffensive theologyand...
On Thursday, April 09 th, 2009
Related Grace Snapshots: How to Experience the Actual Presence of GodSnapshots of Meditations ~~ May we invite you to Live the Last Supper, to do Eucharisteo, to come join the Gratitude Community?Just grab a scrap of paper lying around and begin giving thanks, with your own 1000 Endless Gifts: Why begin your own One Thousand Gift List –(drop me ...
On Wednesday, April 08 th, 2009
We sit in the dark at the end of the day, a weary band of followers – – a gaggle of scragglers and wanderers, really — struggling with eyelids and wakefulness and this plea to pray. We’ve come to the garden. All week, each night, we’ve lit a candle, sat at garden’s edge, and someone sleeps. Tonight, two. O the deep, deep love of Jesus, begins a voice i...
On Tuesday, April 07 th, 2009
He snips the branches, gathers armfuls of quiet hope, carries spring home in a bucket. And between our fingers, we caress the soft grey willows, ashen grave clothes wrapping rumors of resurrection. How we are walking towards the Cross this week…. Growing Newness out of brokenness — seeds, dirt, eggshells and a sharing of Him being broken that we might be made new...