Necessary endings. What will become of the Church?

Necessary endings. What will become of the Church?

Visual illustrations of peace have closed many of my days watching the sun set over the waters of Lake Michigan. In summers, people line up along a bluff that stands tall over our lake with their blankets unfurled and camp chairs to witness the evening performances in...
Piercing the Darkness

Piercing the Darkness

It’s Christmas morning, and the dark weight of the world rests kind of heavy on our shoulders. Too many are alone, waking in silence. Wanting and waiting. This 2020–who hasn’t held their breathe? That killer virus mockingly shaped like a crown came in...
Can a weary world rejoice … with cancer?

Can a weary world rejoice … with cancer?

  A colorless, heavy sky touched my face as I stepped from the warmth of the car. It jarred me into a heightened awareness of time. This was not the typical attention to my clock calibrating the hours or minutes between this and the next color block that filled...

Hosanna

It’s Sunday. Just as the new light blankets the world with the mist that hangs low, wanting to cling to the earth, letting her feel and breathe in its presence, so grace descends from heaven and submerges it in a new love. Hosanna! the angels cry. Hosanna! we too can...

Saturday’s tomb

Good Friday shook the earth. Now, it’s Saturday. Hope is crushed and life goes on. Empty disappointment mingles with the stench of despondency. Melancholy sobs convulse deep in my soul. Do you feel it? I can’t remove my stare from that cross and whisper, “what...