Illuminating the Way to Hope in Another Pandemic Lent

Years ago, and I mean years ago, I wrote this liturgy for the six Sundays in Lent. It was an extended Tenebrae or a reversal of the Advent wreath. I wish I had explained it better in the original post. I had completely forgotten about it until some kind soul mysteriously found it in myContinue reading “Illuminating the Way to Hope in Another Pandemic Lent”

Easter at Home with Babies and Toddlers

When I was in my very first call and was still saying I wasn’t sure I was called to be a parent, I led a conversation for the monthly potluck shared by parents and children about faith at home. It felt like a new idea all those ten years ago. Children were supposed to learnContinue reading “Easter at Home with Babies and Toddlers”

Christmas Comes

Christmas comes in the ordinary. It comes into a guest room where strangers are welcomed as friends. A place is made for another night of rest. Two expectant parents wonder if this will be the night. No matter what may have been foretold, it could be any night. The baby will come when its ready.Continue reading “Christmas Comes”

Making Things Beautiful Or What Might Otherwise Be Called Nesting

I used to paint watercolors. I was an art major in college. I thought that making things beautiful would be my life’s ambition until the overwhelming fear that I couldn’t hack it as a full time artist set in. I didn’t want to sell myself. I wasn’t interested in marketing beauty. I just wanted toContinue reading “Making Things Beautiful Or What Might Otherwise Be Called Nesting”

There’s No Place Like Home

Since I moved to Kansas, I find myself clicking my heels¬†more and more.¬† I have no ruby red slippers but the mantra is the same, “There’s no place like home. There no place like home.” The problem is that I have no idea where home is. This was made clear to me again when IContinue reading “There’s No Place Like Home”