
Like Christmas Morning
You know the scene: a kid in pajamas runs down the stairs on Christmas morning, sees a brand-new bike or a pile of new presents under the tree, and exclaims, … Continue Reading Like Christmas Morning
Wheelchair Reflections of Sacred Wonder
You know the scene: a kid in pajamas runs down the stairs on Christmas morning, sees a brand-new bike or a pile of new presents under the tree, and exclaims, … Continue Reading Like Christmas Morning
Continued from Hope, Part 1: The Four-Letter Word… I have never wanted to fall for wishful thinking – I have only ever wanted the truth. Before I became a true-believing Christian, … Continue Reading Hope, Part 2: Eternal Perspective
They say that idle hands are the devil’s workshop. So true. What to do with those spare minutes between the time when I’m finished my work on my computer and … Continue Reading The First Psalm and – Say What?
As an atheist, I came to know the existence of God – not through something that somebody told me or something that I read – but through silence. In silent … Continue Reading Is Faith Necessary?
“And you beneath life’s crushing load, whose forms are bending low, who toil along the climbing way with painful steps and slow…” There is so much suffering in the world. … Continue Reading Job’s Christmas
We are but dust in the vast cosmos… I ask in advance if any of this post is bizarre or unsettling to anyy of my fellow devout Christians. Please remember … Continue Reading God for Us (Reason and Faith)
Joy is a thing with wings that flies ever to its source; and if that source is love, how beautiful its course. Like a bird cupped gently in the hands, … Continue Reading Pregnant
Mary Series: Part 2 (continued from A Stranger Appears… ) First troubled with wonder and puzzlement, then sincerely trusting and deeply curious, a young woman’s response to a strange … Continue Reading In the Cloud of Glory a Portal Opens
Mary Series: Part 1 Picture it. Nazareth. 1 BC (or maybe a few years earlier.) Alone in the simple home where she lives with her parents, a young peasant woman … Continue Reading A Stranger Appears in the Making of the Bread
I am meant to be an epistle, written not with ink, but with the Spirit in the fleshly table of my heart… (From my other blog where I have a … Continue Reading Written Not with Ink
Consecrated to the Heart of the Incarnate Word, I reflect upon the lectionary readings for the Second Sunday of Advent (see link below) desiring to prepare the way of the Lord in my … Continue Reading The Word of My Heart