Listen, Write, Speak.
Ideally these three verbs collaborate to discover and proclaim truth.
It’s not easy.
Sermons
Abide

Something abides there.
Something pure. Something as clean and beautiful as a basketful of apple blossoms in spring.
Field Blackbird Librarian Love

Poetry defies the rational mind. Like religion, it scratches at the surface of mystery, and leaves us open.
Easter Ironies

Have you ever noticed that the days that we celebrate… always seem to contain a rather distinct ironical quality?
I Only Want to Say…

Can we know God, without knowing, most fully our own pain?
This is the question of Gethsemane…
Members Only?

Being part of the club is nice. Having the door shut in your face? That is not nice. That feels bad!





