“…a spiritual feeling unrivaled by anything I have experienced at home before or since. No words can better sum up how I feel about my pilgrimage to Iona better than this verse we sang together from the hymn “All Are Welcome” on our last night…”
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Simmering on a back burner Evaporating Diminishing To concentrate flavor And thicken the broth or sauce Aging, chronic illness, plus the pandemic Reducing me…
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Winters in Santa Fe. The reverence, the beauty. Sites like La Fonda or the Inn at Loretto. The snow. Come experience this magical place and see what all the fuss is about.
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A Learning Experience Michael’s journey to Glendalough and the Tearmann Spirituality Centre began many years before he stepped foot onto its soil. In the…
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June 9th is the Feast Day of Saint Columba. Columba – or Colmcille as he is known in Ireland – was a 6th-century monk…
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50 years ago today Dr. Martin Luther King was shot and killed on a hotel balcony in Memphis, Tennessee. I was not taught enough…
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Trust is my part
Faith, hope, and love
Not abstract nouns
To feel or believe
But actions
I need to continue
To practice
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I am writing a series of laments. As a white evangelical Christian, I did not learn to lament in my religious or cultural background. This…
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I am writing a series of laments. As a white evangelical Christian, I did not learn to lament in my religious or cultural background. This…
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Over 50 years ago on April 16, 1963, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. wrote an open letter from a jail in Birmingham, Alabama where he was imprisoned. He wrote this letter to give challenge to those that would ask for civil rights to “wait”. He wrote this letter to those that said it was “inconvenient” timing for them to think or act in regard to the civil rights of the Black community. He wrote to those, especially those who were white, that sat in church pews and chairs across the country. He challenged the ideas of what it meant to be a person of faith, and his words challenge us today.
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I walked on these stones that try men’s hearts to find a way to the large silver doors.
Opened, refined, purifying doors leading me to a love for which I long.
The earth is glowing golden hues and biding me to come on through.
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while driving in the early hours of the day,
love meets me in my front seat.
red tail lights, my burning bush,
white head lights, my pillar.
we meet on holy ground.
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