Thursday, September 29, 2016

Where your heart dwells

For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
Luke 12:34

A bank account, a stock portfolio, a vault filled with material wealth and possessions; these are among the loneliest places for the heart to dwell. The heart longs to dwell with the Source of Love.

-The Rev. James Burns

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Sunday, September 11, 2016

Made whole

For those who have lost
For those who are lost
For those who are broken
For those who find
For those who gather the pieces
For those who who dare
to see the worth of each
and imagine welcoming them into the whole
and anticipate rejoicing in a new creation
and tell the story of
the God of compassion
who never stops seeking
making whole

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Saturday, March 26, 2016


Holy Saturday

For I am full of trouble;
my life is at the brink of the grave.
Psalm 88:2-3

                                                     no breath
                                                     no spirit

                                                     no choice
                                                     no direction

                                                     stilled at the brink

                                                     how long?

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Friday, March 25, 2016


Good Friday

Oh, that today you would hearken to his voice!
Psalm 95:7

                                            A voice of betrayal
                                            A voice of lament
                                            A voice of abandonment, affliction, forsakenness

                                            A voice of entreaty
                                            A voice of travail
                                            A voice of thirst, promise, completion

                                            Hearken to the voice of anguished love

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Thursday, March 24, 2016

Speaking of love

Maundy Thursday

My spirit faints within me;
my heart within me is desolate.
Psalm 143:4

Today is the day of the new commandment. Love one another as I have loved you, Jesus says. And I look out at the world and see such a great need for love. Fear has closed too many hearts and eyes and throats. The enemy has found a chorus who cry of hate and exclusion and scarcity.

How do I speak love out of and into the desolation?

Wednesday, March 23, 2016


Wednesday in Holy Week

Hear my prayer, O God;
do not hide yourself from my petition.
Listen to me and answer me;
I have no peace, because of my cares.
Psalm 55:1-2

The familiar words of the psalm bring tears to my eyes. How is it that God knows? My pain, my fear, my insecurity. The words in my prayer book are ancient and translated and sacred. Today they wrap around me, connect with my soul, and pull my innermost self to the surface where I am exposed to this day.

And I understand that this day is what I have been given. This day. This indeterminate weather. This uncertain time. This light. This body. These thoughts. This time of prayer.

This way.

And the One whose way is through the waters of pain and fear and insecurity. Troubled waters. Sanctified waters. Waters of new life.

Tuesday, March 22, 2016


Tuesday in Holy Week

The Lord knows our human thoughts;
how like a puff of wind they are.
Psalm 94:11

I press the delete key again and watch the letters disappear from my screen, one by one, in the reverse order from which they appeared. How easily these words deconstruct.

The Word itself will soon unravel, be poured out, and spent. And for a moment or a time, we will be in that emptiness. That no space. The speechless sea.

Even now, in preparation, I fling out my arms and cling to the echo of Love.