Living Water: How God Finds You at Your Lowest
I’ve been playing in the mud this spring. Partly because spring is always mud season on Prince Edward Island, and partly because it’s good therapy. At the end o...
Category: hard things
Shades of September
The leaves are just beginning to turn and descend. I pick up a particular shade of golden and hold it up to the September light. The road between the cemetery a...
Listening.
When I don’t even know my full place in the problem I hold a space for quiet, humbled listening. I tune my ears to the persecuted poor in spirit and hear the cr...
It’s Friday. Period.
This is for the people who need to embrace the tears of Good Friday. “It’s Friday, but Sunday’s coming,” they say. And I can understand the sentiment. It’s hard...
The Secret of the Buried Seed
The secret of the buried seedis to accept the darkness as a gift,to trust the finger that presses us downinto what we fear will be a grave. We have always feare...