let us not forget the life of ilse meyer unknown to most, mother to us all we gathered, just a few of us her family small, her friends deceased to mark the passing of her life and i, the pastor, was all in tears though ilse meyer was a stranger to me some deep currentContinue reading “let us not forget the life of ilse meyer”
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two patients, one day
two patients, one day one day, two visits two patients near the end of life… new georgia, augusta, st. george… he could name them all the islands he’d hopped with the merchant marines in world war II refueling ships, on the lookout for jap subs never once felt afraid he said now 95, he saidContinue reading “two patients, one day”
Scott Cairns: Early Frost
Early Frost By Scott Cairns This morning the world’s white face reminds us that life intends to become serious again. And the same loud birds that all summer long annoyed us with their high attitudes and chatter silently line the gibbet of the fence a little stunned, chastened enough. They look as if they’re waitingContinue reading “Scott Cairns: Early Frost”
apocalypse now?
• apocalypse now? we live these days with swabs up our noses masks covering our faces alcohol dripping from hands that hesitate to shake other hands we measure our distancing we balk at embracing we’re worried about breathing for god’s sake and everyone’s an expert but nobody knows what the hell is happening or whyContinue reading “apocalypse now?”
Lynn Ungar: Pandemic
• What if you thought of it as the Jews consider the Sabbath— the most sacred of times? Cease from travel. Cease from buying and selling. Give up, just for now, on trying to make the world different than it is. Sing. Pray. Touch only those to whom you commit your life. Center down. AndContinue reading “Lynn Ungar: Pandemic”
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”
under a fallen wall
under a fallen wall what you do after you hit the wall and then the wall falls on you you gather your strength what’s left and begin digging out but it’s fits and starts choke on dust pause, rub wounds take a moment you can do it, you insist to yourself anyone there? brush asideContinue reading “under a fallen wall”
walk among the autumn trees
Dead leaves, and the nourishment they store, remind us that there’s beauty and life to be found in disorder and decay. • Laura Poppick, What Happens to All the Dead Leaves a friend from my past who i saw at a reunion someone i used to laugh and play sports with grimaced when i toldContinue reading “walk among the autumn trees”
the mind of god
the mind of god october 2020 when the belt on the mower broke the other day i cursed as though god was out to get me though god may have wanted me to invest in my health give me some time walking behind the push mower make me stretch my legs and work my lungsContinue reading “the mind of god”
if only…
In a word, what I’m saying is, Grow up. You’re kingdom subjects. Now live like it. Live out your God-created identity. Live generously and graciously toward others, the way God lives toward you. (Matthew 5:48, MSG) • if only this spiritual life were about “spiritual things” i might manage if only i could cloister myselfContinue reading “if only…”
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