In his poem, “Ask Me,” William Stafford has a line I have tucked away in my pocket and it’s one of the lines that seem to find me when I most need it: “Ask me whether/what I have done is my life.” It is haunting in its simplicity. Every time I revisit this poem, IContinue reading “A Life That Really Is Life”
The Joy of Belonging
There is an admiration that I hold for my parents as an adult, one of the many ways in which I admired their parenting was their ability to navigate not one, but two, curious children’s questions. I may have been shy kid in public, but I never failed to ask my folks whatever questionContinue reading “The Joy of Belonging”
A Trampled Sabbath
In Annie Dillard’s The Writing Life, one can find some of the best life advice there is, but within the framework of a non-fiction exploration of writing. Dillard is a master at blending poetry and prose as she dances between fiction and nonfiction; she crafts narratives that seem to be about nothing, but alwaysContinue reading “A Trampled Sabbath”
There are some places in this world that invite one to ponder and to consider things that they had never given time to before, and over the last ten weeks of my Sabbatical, my life has been full of them. While I’ll go into sharing about my Camino journey and travels in a few weeks,Continue reading “Sustaining Hope”
In the midst of life we are in death;from whom can we seek help?From you alone, O Lord,who by our sins are justly angered. Holy God, Holy and Mighty,Holy and merciful Savior,deliver us not into the bitterness of eternal death. Burial of the Dead, Rite II; Book of Common Prayer, p. 492 For years onContinue reading “Again.”
The Listening Pilgrim
No one comes to any of life’s journeys in a vacuum; we come carrying all the burdens that life has laid upon us. We do not come to any pilgrimage devoid of the ways in which our journey has shaped who we are, who we have become, and who we might, by God’s grace, growContinue reading “The Listening Pilgrim”
The Camino Begins!
Bags are packed, and I fly out tomorrow morning!! I pray that these wise words from someone in the youth group will sustain me on this long journey.
I still have thirty or so hand-written letters from my grandmother. With crystal clarity, I can imagine the sweeping flow of her loose cursive that told me of the weather in Indianapolis or news from the family. While I didn’t totally get it at the age of 18, my parents had encouraged me to writeContinue reading “Troubled Hearts”
Conversion and Conviction
Throughout my whole life, I have suffered from migraines; if you, too, share in this somewhat unpredictable, inexplicable cycle of pain, then you probably know about all the ways in which migraines can rear their head into our lives. Whether it’s light or noise sensitivity, or ocular symptoms or auras, each migraine sufferer has aContinue reading “Conversion and Conviction”
Every Stitch A Prayer
I can’t quite describe when it happened, but there was a moment in the planning, preparation, and dreaming about making this pilgrimage that I began to realize that it wasn’t just a daydream, but that plans were being made, items bought, and plane tickets booked. I can’t exactly pinpoint when this moment hit me, butContinue reading “Every Stitch A Prayer”