For the past several months, I have been spending time with the spiritual practice of The Welcoming Prayer. This prayer was created by Mary Mrozowski and taught and popularized by Father Thomas Keating and the Contemplative Outreach Community.
Read MoreIt feels like an uprising. An uprising of hope, not hate. An uprising armed with love, not weapons.
Read MoreJesus said, “Follow me.” Following a king who served and a savior who died is not easy. It is a difficult way. Change. Sorrow.
Read MoreThe blood was dried in drops along his left side. Near his shoulder they were round, rusty brown disks, stiff and dry. Near his waist they were oblong, having fallen a greater distance.
Read MoreAs Elsa sings in the new movie, Frozen 2, the unknown is a scary place. It can be anxiety provoking to have no control over the future and have no idea what it holds.
Read MoreCHRIST IS RISEN!
HE IS RISEN, INDEED!
VICTORY OVER SIN AND DEATH HAS BEEN WON.
LOVE WINS!
No one tells you about the adjustment phase when you get married—when you’re adjusting to life together and encountering everything that your partner does differently than you.
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In the midst of this Coronavirus moment in history,
Many people are thinking about community this week. How do we create and maintain it in the age of social distancing? We are collectively learning and relearning that social and physical contact matters.
Read MoreThe rock face was wet. Water streamed from above his head down to his feet where it just stopped. There must have been a crack or hole just where the path met the cliff wall, because the dust of the path was only slightly impeded by the waterfall.
Read More“He is around thirty pounds, with shaggy gray hair, a spotted tongue, his name is Barnaby, and I have had him for about fifteen years,” I say into the phone. “Yep, we definitely have your dog,” says the other person on the other end of the line.
Read MoreI rouse to the melody of my alarm, and before my eyes can blink open and fully take in the light, my stomach tightens into knots. My dog Scout stirs, licks my hand, but she doesn’t yet rise.
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