We journey and tell stories and break bread because that is what the risen Lord has done for us.

Be buoyant. Float and flow on this river of light. Hold your hands not fiercely tight. Hold them open, cupped and spread so that the water of eternal life may pour into your life and out from your heart.

We will step with Nicodemus into the darkness of the tomb.

Let love be the river that bears the church through history.

How would our Lent change if —in a world worshiping strength and power, twisting institutions to serve the interests of the strong — our intention was ask Christ who hungered in the desert: 

Where, Lord, am I weakest? 

It’s all very good to have a clever idea. But it’s better to plan for maintenance and upkeep.

I am certain that the gifts we receive from God are exactly the gifts we need.

Today is the day we remember that Christ came for all of us, to bring us all Good News.

The eternal Being of the Divine, and the mystery of the Incarnation, begins with Silence.

Have you ever waited beyond hoping?

Unexpected, unfamiliar music, a song that rises, unbidden, from the heart.