The Good Stranger
In times of fear, how do we open our hearts to the stranger among us? How do we live when the neighbourhood looks less like our own, and the back yard neighbour...
In times of fear, how do we open our hearts to the stranger among us? How do we live when the neighbourhood looks less like our own, and the back yard neighbour...
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel. Yes, there is joy, even in the waiting, even in the absence of a promise fulfilled. It comes as ...
The clouds are blushing for the sun this morning in anticipation of his arrival: golden pinks and purple with a lavender secret, fresh scrubbed fleece and the f...
Awake my soul!Time to rise to beauty, to light, to the sacred work of another day. I recommit myself to the way of Christ.To walk in His ways, to live in His lo...
T’is the season for secrets, and this poem by George MacDonald got me thinking today about the very holiest of surprises. “That Holy Thing” Th...