when it’s all just too much
It doesn’t only happen during years when there’s a pandemic. Or murder hornets. Or fraught elections and let’s not even […]
the first stitch
Anyone who writes, or does anything creative for that matter, knows that it (whatever “it” is) starts somewhere inexplicable. The […]
how you use the time (a reflection on the Octave of Christmas)
And let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in the one body. […]
He shall be peace
Thus says the LORD: You, Bethlehem-Ephrathah too small to be among the clans of Judah, from you shall come forth […]
in somebody’s heart (a Christmas Eve poem)
‘Twas the day before Christmas and some place, somewhere a baby is born, taking first breath of air. Baby boys, […]
in this place
Before the hush of Christmas Eve waiting, Before we gather for celebrating, Before the rush of last-minute shopping, May we […]
when christmas is hard
I don’t know how to make the uncomfortable comfortable, never mind joyful, which is what Christmas by all rights ought […]
how to make this the best Christmas ever
How to make this the best Christmas ever? Maybe… 1…relax. Your expectations, that is. Those demands that you put on […]
what grace does
It’s all so improbable, this grace thing. Looking for it. Finding it (mostly when you’re not looking, and mostly in […]
when you need to make space for the things that really matter
It’s December 3rd and already my to-do list is three pages long. Typed. Single spaced. 10 point font. There’s not […]