Pentecost

  A GHEALACH UR [54] An ainm Spiorad Naomh nan gras An ainm Athar na Cathrach aigh, An ainm Iosa thug dhinn am bas, O! an ainm na Tri tha d’ ar dion’s gach cas, Ma’s math a fhuair thu sinn an nochd, Seachd fearr gum fag thu sinn gun lochd, A Ghealach gheal nan trath, A Ghealach gheal nan…

Forest Rains

I’m sitting out on the screened-in porch listening to the forest prepare for rain. It’s both sensual and removed sharing protected space from most of the elements. I can hear the breeze rise to a wind in the treetops, yet I don’t feel it against my skin. The young spring leaves, newly greening just this week, help turn the entire…

Fear of Success

We learn through failure. I know this already and have most certainly experienced it repeatedly. It’s an ugly truth to face but, like most ugly truths, it is one that becomes beautiful when seen through willing eyes. So often I’m scared to even attempt life because I’m afraid I’ll fail — fail myself, fail others, fail God. I don’t love…

Perchance to Dream

“This is the kind of Friend You are – Without making me realize My soul’s anguished history, You slip into my house at night, And while I am sleeping, You silently carry off All my suffering and sordid past In Your beautiful Hands.” -Hafiz We downplay sleep. We downplay our need for sleep. We all experience sleep deprivation and its…

Bread

There is an especial quality of healing in the smell of baking bread. For me, it is not just any bread but the warm, yeasty smell of my mom’s homemade bread. It seems no matter what darkness enters into my life, the smell of her bread reminds me that somehow — however remote that how appears — all will be…

Thoughts from Joel McKerrow

I first met Joel at a justice weekend in British Colombia. His poetry and activism were beautiful and broken. Check out his musings via The Helplessness of the White-Saviour.

The Unspoken Sacrament

“Then a cloud overshadowed them, and from the cloud there came a voice, “This is my Son, the Beloved; listen to him!” (Mark 9:7) Sacraments are those wondrously mundane visible acts of inward grace. For some of us there are seven; for others there are two; and for some there are none. In trying to understand how the sacraments intersect with…

Step Lightly, God

From the time before there was time, You breathed. You walked. You moved. You created. And now you breathe, you walk, you move, you create. I can’t possibly begin to define all of you since you were the first to define me. How can the created ever hope to fully realize the Creator? It’s a measure filled with hubris, and…

For A Name’s Sake

I’m sitting in front my screen, tapping absently at the keys trying to formulate a final paper for my Lutheran Confessions course. Nothing. I have plenty of material, but I have zero impetus to engage in medieval theology anymore. You would think a theology of grace would be liberating. But during the actual class, I found myself pulling my hair…