Nine days ago, I participated in an online Big Event with the Presbyterian church in Arizona and southwest New Mexico. I’d been invited to co-lead a Psalming Our Disorientation prayerful writing workshop with a friend. The workshop went well, and I also appreciated...
A few days ago, on my morning walk, I passed a very poignant scene. A young boy, probably five or six years old, stood on his tiptoes, leaning into the passenger window of a red sports car. Clutching a stuffed toy, he cried out, over and over again, “I don’t want you...
It’s difficult to avoid the fearmongering about the coronavirus these days. Both traditional and social media are saturated with reports, warnings, guidance, and commentary. Over the past week, I’ve had conversations and come across a number of articles about how to...
As a child, I loved the world of medieval Europe. I read countless books, fiction and nonfiction, about that era. I reveled in romantic stories about brooding castles, valiant men, and talented, beautiful women. My family toured England when I was in my teens and we...
Last October, I introduced here the concept of Psalm Flights, where I’m riffing poetry off a line or two of each psalm. I’m still slowly making my way through the psalter in this fashion, generally guided by what I encounter on Sundays, but not always. This week, I...