• The Church Year

    Finding My Name~an Easter Week Story

    When my mother was taken by cancer at the age of 55 and I was 33, there was no estate to divide, no money to deposit, no silver to share. After she was gone, I wasn’t saddened by the loss of anything tangible like an inheritance, but because there were questions I would never have answers to. For instance, where did my name come from? When my mother passed, I felt unsettled about this piece of my life. The older I got, my identity and family history became more and more important. I had never heard the background, the whys or whos of my name.  There was no connection to the past,…

  • The Church Year

    Peter & I, Good Friday {a #poem}

    After the garden— The giving away, the giving up The ghastly truth poured out, Words like threadbare sheets Could not cover the lies, I do not know him! Yet He Who Can Be Known Returned for this one, Walking first in The Way Then across the waves, Wooing with words and An outstretched hand, Covering falsehoods with A grace-laced cloak of Red, the once and for all act Voicing louder than any denial You are the Rock. Let me build Something great in you. And so He begins, over- Turning stones, handing them One at a time and I palm them Facedown at the cross, build An altar of pebble truths,…

  • The Church Year

    Resurrection–What Now?

    Romans 8:11 King James Version “But if the Spirit of him that raised up Jesus from the dead dwell in you, he that raised up Christ from the dead shall also quicken your mortal bodies by his Spirit that dwelleth in you.” “quicken”–to make alive, to revive or resuscitate, as from death; hence, to excite; stimulate.” Visiting friends in New Orleans, the ‘big easy’ where there is a lot of spirit. Attending church in New Orleans, where there is a lot of Spirit. I did not expect Easter to be like this…….. The illustrated sermon (i.e. live play) pictured a real Jesus character on a life-sized cross, Joseph of Arimathea…

  • My Poems

    Cross Words

               W      CROSS      R      D      S Lamb. Perfect. Hung. Alone. Naked. For me. Abandoned. Blamed. Spit on. Mocked. Forsaken. For me. Loving. Spotless. Alone. For love. Blood poured out. For me. Broken. Crying. Praying. Dying. A garden beginning, A garden His ending. On a hill he hung for me. ~~~~~~~~~ J.L. Collins 2012