Dying for Breath

My husband and I had been leading a tour of the biblical sites of Israel when we first learned that the pandemic had hopped from China to the Mid-East. A few COVID-19 cases had been reported in the ancient city of Jerusalem and surrounding villages. Even then the threat loomed distant—like it was someone else’s…

The Edge

The Edge It’s hard to imagine just how much we live on the edge. Daily life brings us to the   periphery of the lake, the pond, the river, the fountain, the canyon, even the thin   brink of the heavens in a swift moving jet. But some get sick of that hard   demarcation of…

Extraordinary

Extraordinary There isn’t an eagle’s feather, pine needle, or postage stamp of sky that doesn’t silently   shout extraordinary lengths— in this extravagant showcase of quaking life. It became   necessary to span the distance between God and humankind. Our cosmos is a fading fragment   of the unapproachable light in which He dwells. We…

Someone Flip the Turtle Over, Please!

Those red and yellow tulips looked sprightly, especially to a seven-year-old girl on a walk around the block. They looked so good, that I picked them from my neighbor’s yard and presented them to my aunt as a gift. Her response wasn’t what I expected. Aunty Florence promptly marched me up to the door of…

Five Purposes of Prophecy

In this post-modern world and sadly in the Church one of the first big hurdles to leap when speaking of the prophetic is the strong disbelief that God still uses the prophet and the prophetic message. The second hurdle is that Christians can all prophesy. Let’s take a look. The gift of prophecy is one…

Stability

{Photo credit for diptych: Mary Jo Pierce on the left. Bonnie Saul Wilks on the right.} I am listening to the early rain, drinking morning coffee, meditating on the open road before me as the new year begins… It is ridiculously obvious to I say that I sense levels of change on this new day…

Resisting Ceremony

Resisting Ceremony   There is something in the conceit of youthfulness that resists ceremony. Maybe I am a middle-aged woman who still dresses up for church, remembers the Pilgrims on Thanksgiving Day, recites the pledge of allegiance to my country with joy and pride and thinks that formal observance transcends post-modern culture. I am a one who…

Rusted Filigrees

Rusted Filigrees   It will not be said of me that “I staggered not” at the promises of faith, rather that “my hand held the sword.” I’ve altered and swayed, plummeted in despair and hoped to hope. Yet I held focus in all the shifting on that which changes not.   I’ve lingered much on…