Holy Week Inhabiting
We are touched by the same oilInhale the same fragrance.Your life, my life,Your death, my death. […]
We are touched by the same oilInhale the same fragrance.Your life, my life,Your death, my death. […]
upslash “I’ll post a sermon on Thomas”, I said to my congregation – “a sermon from another time which moves in and out of the text [...]
The one who rises gracefully before us, in this moment, is the Shulammite women. We might listen avidly or uneasily or both for we have heard [...]
It’s the day after the vivid day of palms; and I stand on the edge of emptiness, in the aftermath that is also preparation. I hold [...]