This month I am sharing Advent reflections and stories. They gather up moments that I love. And they bring to life blessing and promise, silence and singing, grief and vulnerability, and moments of joy and hope. I am also recording…Read More
This Advent weekend was full. What about yours? And my weekend felt more like other Advent weekends of BP (before pandemic). I love circling through the season of Advent. Because it is my favorite. Yet important differences mark this year…Read More
Sometimes life and loss and longing and love are more than our words can contain. Through these challenging days, only a prayer of silence is enough. Because the deep peace of silence is all that can hold life as it…Read More
The bells chime for worship. I am walking away from them. My path leads me deeper into the woods, through a cathedral of trees. A lush carpet of green stretches away to my left. Low hanging clouds reflect on the…Read More
“Then he told them a parable: ‘Look at the fig tree and all the trees’” (Luke 21:29) A Parable of Self Sufficiency and Vulnerability (2012) I step up to check my bag at the curbside valet stand. The early December…Read More
Blessed Is She “And blessed is she who believed that there would be fulfillment of what was spoken to her by the Lord.” – Luke 1:45 (NRSV) Elizabeth said this to Mary, in the visit when both women were carrying…Read More
Rethinking the Posture of Waiting (2011) Here we are on the third Sunday in Advent, a celebration of Joy. We are thinking and waiting in expectation. And although my daughter awoke sick long before dawn, she is on the mend,…Read More
Learning Stories of Advent (2011) One of the many gifts of following the church year and circling through the life of Jesus and the life of the church every twelve months, is its orientation of newcomers into the practice of…Read More
Blessed Mary of the Broken Pot ** You preside over the blessedness and the brokenness of the world. You are Sophia, the wisdom of God and space-maker for the birth of all things sacred. With blood and marrow, tears and…Read More
I am wide awake.
Standing at the top of a six-foot step ladder.
About to fall off.
I first learned the word “Advent” not as a season, but as a description of small cardboard calendars that my parents brought home from Europe. Each year following Thanksgiving, we unpacked them from musty decoration boxes . . .Read More