• Life in General

    When God Breaks Your Heart With Giving

          “…{the poem} raises an important and again characteristically modern issue about how faith is known and shared. In the end, everything depends on trustworthy human relationships.  A person who has been damaged and betrayed in one set of ‘horizontal’ or secular relationships may be genuinely prevented from opening in the ‘vertical’ dimension to the Divine.”  Malcolm Guite, December 11th reading from ‘Waiting on the Word’(emphasis mine) *********  My friend Jill and I volunteered six weeks ago to co-lead the charge of organizing, planning and staffing our church’s annual Christmas Store this year. This is a two-day, nine-hour event where we serve our community by providing an opportunity…

  • My Poems

    Ad Vent {a #poem}

    Glossy pages proclaim paltry purchases as life savers for my overrun soul. I’m run over as they bellow, beckoning, “buy me! buy me!” I cannot partake of one more iota of input– how can quiet paper carry so much loud weight and end up selling me nothing? This war of words promises joy and happiness are but a wallet-full away. Enough greenbacks and I’d have a temporary ticket to  here-on-earth wealth yet penniless and empty still. Bare bodies bear needless gifts, overbearing bling shimmering their iridescent faux shine. There is no gleam, no honest light shining save that announced by the staggering Star far, far away heralding His arrival, harking…

  • The Church Year

    A Very Married Christmas

    We’re standing in the kitchen.  I move fluidly from dishwasher to counter, bending, stacking–bowls, dishes, cups, goblets. Husband is at the cupboard behind me.  I rotate, wordless, and hand him his favorite glass-he replaces it to the shelf and continues swallowing his vitamins. I interrupt his healthy intake once again, this time with the rainbow-colored stack of Ikea cups.  Without a word, he fits them on the shelf next to our stash of kid-safe plastics. I love this morning routine–coffee pot steaming and gurgling, the bird clock chiming it’s 8 am hour–the robin, I think–and the garbage truck outside our window beep-beep-beeping. It all feels so safe–full of comfort and…

  • The Church Year

    Prepare Him Room

    A few weeks ago I  had a revelation at 3 in the morning: I was feeling very overwhelmed with how and what and when to write on this wonderful blogging space every week.  So I decided I’d just take a break from Veteran’s Day until Christmas. (I wrote about it here.) The idea was to give myself some mental and spiritual space to focus on the season of Advent–waiting for the celebration of Christ’s first coming at Christmas.  Lots of people were talking about ways to observe the four week occasion and it sounded like a grand plan–a way to enlarge my spiritual horizons, quiet myself, focus on the true spirit of…