Sidewalk Flowers: Searching

Cutting back an overgrown path Reflections on Lent 2019 – Day 4 I mentioned in my first reflection for Lent that I have been feeling the need to open space up in my life. Space, as in time on my calendar, as in less stuff in my house, as in less weight on my bodyContinueContinue reading “Sidewalk Flowers: Searching”

Angels at the Gas Station

She called me an angel sent by God. “I know some people who have other opinions,” I thought to myself Because, well, I do And because well, I have that voice in my head And because well, I’m just human. I was just filling her tank with gas. I just wanted to help. To listen.ContinueContinue reading “Angels at the Gas Station”

The Epistle of Straw

The texts for Sunday September 20, 2015 (17th Sunday after Pentecost, Lectionary 25): Jeremiah 11:18-20; Psalm 54; James 3:13-4:3, 7-8a; and Mark 9:30-37. Ah, the book of James… the sermon every angry pastor is tempted to preach and the letter we’re most apt to misquote. We’ve been hearing it for a number of weeks nowContinueContinue reading “The Epistle of Straw”

A Blessing for the New Year

This was sent to my congregation in our “weekly-ish” e-newsletter, but I wish these blessings to all of you as well. I was looking for a graphic for the background of the above header image. There are a whole lot of beautiful pictures out there to celebrate the New Year: lots of fireworks, gold, champagneContinueContinue reading “A Blessing for the New Year”

Beloved child, get up.

Text for this reflection (in an Advent series entitled “Revive”): Mark 5:21–43 “Talitha cum,” Little Girl, get up. This text is not one that we normally hear this time of year, in the season of Advent. Normally, we get lots of texts from the old testament prophets or the beginning of the Gospels where weContinueContinue reading “Beloved child, get up.”

Dancing

In a dance, one person leads and one person follows…or at least in a beautiful, smooth, natural dance.  At least, I think that’s how it is supposed to work.  I’ve never learned to dance … it’s not from a lack of attempts to teach me, mind you.  My Grandpa tried to teach me once afterContinueContinue reading “Dancing”