Hope is still there
This year, Ash Wednesday looked like parking in a 12-minute spot on the corner of Bay and Montecito and walking up to the front step of our church building.
This year, Ash Wednesday looked like parking in a 12-minute spot on the corner of Bay and Montecito and walking up to the front step of our church building.
With each new day, the weight of the world seems to rest on our shoulders. There is new hope, but with it comes fresh exhaustion.
The Coronavirus pandemic has changed my life and my family’s life since February 2020. The last time I was in a social gathering was at my baby shower in late February.
Saint Aelred of Rievaulx is known for his work on spiritual friendship. What a time to be confronted with the idea of spiritual friendship, when friendship might feel like the furthest-away love we are feeling.
Stretching the confines of what was possible for women’s leadership, Julia Chester Emery’s work changed the church and the world in her decades long ministry.
“Oh! There are gifts on the mantel!” She says as she drops her backpack and coat on the way in from school.
Merry Christmas, friends. For our household, this morning feels like we’ve finally reached the finish line of the most grueling ultramarathon race in history. Today we are putting aside the hallmarks of our 2020: anxiety, despair, and decision fatigue, so we can make room for twelve full days of joy and Jesus.
Usually, by the time December rolls around, I am ready for the Advent season to come around as well.
My breath quickens when I hear “do less” each Advent. As my heart starts to race, I think, “There’s no way that’s what they really mean!”