hope
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The Darkness Will Not Overcome the Light
Anytime I hear the words of John 1:1 read aloud, I am instantly taken back to the Sunday School classroom where a group of pre-teens were working on memorizing our weekly Bible verses. Like many perfectionist children, I loved being… Continue reading
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Prism of Hope and Mercy
By now, many of you know that before I went to seminary to become a priest, I was a preschool teacher, and I will never stop being surprised at the ways in which the skills from that work have… Continue reading
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My Advent Prayer
I count it one of my life’s great gifts that I went to the same small, liberal arts college as my younger brother. For most of our lives up until our college years, I was painfully quiet and shy, and… Continue reading
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Sustaining Hope
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.… Continue reading
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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… Continue reading
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Unsteady Ground
What if the unsteady ground is exactly where I’m supposed to be? What if the unsteady ground is necessary in this in between time. The soft, tender earth that lies between where I once was and where I am now,… Continue reading
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I’m Not Okay
The carpet had tiny specks of maroon and gold that danced on the dense forest green of the hotel conference room carpet. I remember the carpet so well because my hand was on my heart and our session was being… Continue reading
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Psalm 30: Wailing and Dancing
As a visual person, I prefer to read rather than listen to Scripture in worship. My brain doesn’t always catch the details when I only hear God’s word read, and I like the details. My love of language often finds… Continue reading
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Sighs Too Deep
I was surrounded and the room filled with the loud sound of a family presenting to God their fears, their hopes, and their anxieties. In many ways, it was like any other day; I knocked on the non-descript hospital door… Continue reading
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Swim Diagonally
The refrain of “name and date of birth” requests were constant while I was in the hospital; during my 11 day stay, I probably recounted the story of how I got sick and the progression of my hospital hopping 30… Continue reading
Becca Kello 