Grace Upon Grace

Sunday, the last day of Hutchmoot, found me sitting in the third pew from the front, on the left hand side of Redeemer’s sanctuary, participating in the service. This was my first time worshiping through a traditional liturgical style, and I was amazed by its vibrancy as I stepped into the current of listening and…

Life indoors

This morning I woke to the soft falling of a silvery dust of snow, visible only in the glow emanating from the street lamp outside our bedroom window. As I got up and put the kettle on for tea, great white flurries entered the scene, landing in fluffy drifts more commonly seen on television or movie…

Exceptional in the Ordinary

Sometimes, mindless trawling of an instagram feed can be good for the soul. Last night, due to a cold-induced self-pitying funk, I found myself clicking through about three pages of instagram photos. Out of that bevy of images, one of brightly colored fallen leaves, accompanied with the following words stayed with me: It does require…

A rush of waters

Standing at the edge of where a mountain stream becomes a many-tiered waterfall, I am pulled at by conflicting desires. Beauty and wonder draw me in. I want to come close and feel the weight of the waterfall’s glory pounding down on me, sweeping me along in the gladsome downward abandon of leaping cataracts, where the…

“Seven Stanzas at Easter”

Make no mistake: if he rose at all It was as His body; If the cell’s dissolution did not reverse, the molecule reknit, The amino acids rekindle, The Church will fall. It was not as the flowers, Each soft spring recurrent; It was not as His Spirit in the mouths and fuddled eyes of the…

On Good Friday

This is the Friday which retrospectively we call Good, but which was Black to those who went through it.  To the men and women in the wake of Jesus’ brutal death on a cross, it was as if the world had slammed the door shut in the face of their hopes for a Messiah–on hopes of…