A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.”
Unlimited power in the hands of limited people always leads to cruelty.
We remember too the loved ones into whose dear eyes we cannot look again. O God, in whom are both the living and the dead, you are still their life and light as you are ours. Wherever they may be, lay your hand tenderly upon them and grant that someday we may meet...
What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks...
Dear God, I am so afraid to open my clenched fists! Who will I be when I have nothing left to hold on to? Who will I be when I stand before you with empty hands? Please help me to gradually open my hands and to discover that I am not what I own, but what you want to...
Sometimes the Bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whiskey bottle in the hand of (another)... There are just some kind of men who're so busy worrying about the next world they've never learned to live in this one, and you can look down the street and see the...
I work in a decent sized, local, indie bookstore. It’s a great job 99% of the time and a lot of our customers are pretty neat people. Any who, middle of the day this little old lady comes up. She’s lovably kooky. She effuses how much she loves the store and how she...
Don’t let go, not now, not yet, but hold on tight, for I think we have more of a bumpy ride to come. Hold on to the hand of the Spirit. Hold on to your faith in justice and compassion. Hold on to the vision which has guided you all these years. Don’t let go, for the...
Giving thanks today for the compassionate people; the lovers, helpers, givers, and healers, who see more than just themselves, who move through the world with open hands and not closed fists. Thank you. Keep going. It matters.
This year, I am finding myself really needing Holy Saturday. I need this space where the shadows of death have not yet given way to new life and resurrection.I need a day where we sit together in those shadows and watch the disciples be unsure of what is coming next....