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...
Category: trust
hibernation
It could be I’m in hibernation. Maybe I’m a toad, buried deep in the mud at the bottom of the river, insides turned to antifreeze, waiting out the winter. My ey...
Psalm 38: The bottom of the well
All my longings lie open before you, O LORD; my sighing is not hidden from you. (Psalm 38:9) Here, at the bottom of the well, there is an emptiness. When the la...
The Deepest Secret of Joy
The bread is warm, and the coffee is fresh, and morning prayer is sung by a cooing six-month old. Outside the rain is pounding and drumming, but inside we are s...