I enter Lent cautiously, tentatively. I want to be bravely holy and ambitious, but, I also know that 40 winter days stretch long into the future. "Lent is supposed to be like a desert," the priest said, at Ash Wednesday mass--where we're stripped of comfort and utterly reliant on God. I have traveled before. I... Continue Reading →
Forehead on the floor Poured out in love for God's own Priest, guide, victim
The journey is long For the way we are given Oil, Spirit, press'd in.
Heaven and earth meet Mercy-moment, "I am sorry" ...Father runs to son.
Who told you you were naked? Who said you're not enough? Who whispered that your vulnerability Would not be met with love? Who said that you were all alone? Who held you there in fear? Who said that I would come in wrath When I saw you trembling there? Who told you you were naked,... Continue Reading →