Reformation Sunday 2020: Zwingli’s Plague Hymn

Swiss Reformer Ulrich Zwingli contracted the black death (bubonic plague) in Zurich while caring for the sick in 1519. Fearing for his life, he penned this hymn of lament and trust, completing its final four stanzas after his recovery. On Reformation Sunday, we present this as our own prayer for ourselves and each other, fiveContinue reading “Reformation Sunday 2020: Zwingli’s Plague Hymn”

Robert Frost: The Need of Being Versed in Country Things

The Need of Being Versed in Country Things By Robert Frost The house had gone to bring again To the midnight sky a sunset glow. Now the chimney was all of the house that stood, Like a pistil after the petals go. The barn opposed across the way, That would have joined the house inContinue reading “Robert Frost: The Need of Being Versed in Country Things”

Another Look: The End of the Anthropocene, by Damaris Zehner

The End of the Anthropocene By Damaris Zehner Picture a car, speeding along a highway in the morning. A voice on the radio is gabbling about some crisis. The driver’s cell phone is on, lying on the console next to her; She’s shouting at someone. In her hand is fast food, Wrapped in greasy yellowContinue reading “Another Look: The End of the Anthropocene, by Damaris Zehner”

T.S. Eliot: …the dead tree gives no shelter

2020 has pretty much been a wasteland — uncharted territory marked everywhere with signs of death and the potential for despair. When T.S. Eliot wrote “The Wasteland” (edited by his friend Ezra Pound) 100 years ago in the early 1920s, Europe was such a place — lying in waste, devastated by the horrors and destructionContinue reading “T.S. Eliot: …the dead tree gives no shelter”