Teresa of Avila: Sandcastles and Hedgehogs
Back at the turn of the century, 24 years ago now, I led a Quiet Day at our church on […]
The Very Stones
Jesus replies, “I tell you, if they keep quiet, the very stones will cry out.”
Compassion and Complexity: the Prophetic Voice of Harriet Beecher Stowe
In preparation for writing this post, I spent a quiet morning in “Harriet’s Writing Room” in the Stowe House here in Brunswick, Maine, where Harriet Beecher Stowe wrote Uncle Tom’s Cabin.
The humble intimacy of Maundy Thursday
Looking back at the Grow Christians pandemic posts for Maundy Thursday about the creative ways families shared this night’s ritual, part of me wonders if our church services can ever approach the intimacy of the footwashing done by family members for one another.
A Window into Heaven – and Here
Some years ago I took a retreat among the brothers at the Society of St. John the Evangelist that focused on icons.
Walking through Advent toward the Light
Back in the early ‘80’s, when I was still living in Colorado, on Good Friday mornings a friend and I would take the 4 to 5 a.m. Night Watch shift at church, then we’d drive out to Warren Lake.
Love and serve…anyway.
On Friday mornings, on the corner of Pleasant and Union Streets in the heart of Brunswick, Maine, Nancy stands next to a picnic table the children of our congregation painted in vibrant colors.
Lifting up the lowly
When I was a little girl, the closet in my bedroom had a back door. You pushed through clothes, unlatched a hook, and behind the door was a dark tunnel: a slanted crawl space that ran the length of the house.
Come and worship….
Worship has been much on my mind recently, not necessarily the liturgy or the music or whether to be online or in person for Christmas services, but mostly I’ve been pondering the innate human need to worship, and its various manifestations.
