Renewal

The whole world comes alive when the sun rises. One by one, two by two they emerge from east, from west, from every way and every other way, whole flocks together as if a heavenly call has gone out and they’re heeding its message. Is it the rays, the light, the glimmer that bids them […]

When the fog lifts

Open my eyes, Lord, so I can see the wonders of your love and the way you are working in my world. My vision is obscured. May way is unsure. Dear one, trust me in the clouds and mist; in the descended fog, use your ears to listen. Fog is nothing to me. Listen for me. Look for me. I […]

Don’t let me interrupt

Don’t let me interrupt. I’ll wait. When there’s a lull in the conversation, I’ll speak up. How often I patch the hole in my day, the opening in my calendar, even the moment between my bites with something to do. Something to keep my mind occupied. Something to entertain me. Or with just plain filler. […]

The Trust Game

Have you ever played the trust game? Where someone demonstrates trust in his or her fellows by falling backward into the waiting arms of a team of people set to catch her or him? Blind fall. Big risk. No guarantee. Complete confidence. TRUST. Whom do you trust like that? I just played a new trust game. […]

Restorative Circle: Listening in Love

There’s just something about sitting in a circle. Where everyone faces everyone. There’s no front row and no back row. No first and no last. In fact, no ordination at all. Everyone is equal and opposite the other — literally. This was my first experience with what Alta Vista Elementary School calls a “restorative circle.” […]

Holy Eavesdropping

Listen to me. (Silence. Searching. Where? Where are you? I can’t see you? I knock, but you don’t answer. I plead, but you don’t respond. I pray, but you don’t change my circumstance. Here I am. Where are you? Listen to me. (Silence. Searching. There are so many. There is so much. My ears are […]

There’s been an explosion, but there is no bomb

Shell-shocked. I’m flattened, literally, thrown to the ground by the hand grenades being heaved in my land. There’s been a bombing, but there’s no shrapnel, no visible debris, just many, many injuries. Bodies strewn everywhere, writhing in pain. Bandaging their wounds, wrapping their torn limbs. Some, sitting motionless on the cement, with hands pressed to […]