When Spirit Meets Spirit

This week for Advent, I dwell with Elizabeth and what happens when Spirit meets Spirit. At that time Mary got ready and hurried to a town in the hill country of Judea, where she entered Zechariah’s home and greeted Elizabeth. When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the baby leaped in her womb, and Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit. In a loud voice she exclaimed: “Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the child you will bear! But why am I so favored, that the mother of my Lord should come to me? As soon as the sound of…

Lay Down Your Weapon and Go Hug a Tree

Listen friends, today, when you’re tempted to place your armor on, to throw on your mask, to pick up your weapon, I urge you to pause. (right here.) Good. Now, open your door. Take a step into the wild beyond, toward the untamed world that lies just past the ordinary threshold of your home. Find a tree that calls to you. The one with crooked branches, or a quick climb up. Find the one with speckled leaves or a skinny trunk. Consider this beauty. It’s for you. Who are you, who am I but a speck of dust when I…

You Are Good. (And the Divine Thread)

Some will start with your brokenness, your sinner status, you, 
the fallen mess. But, dear one, before you let these voices swamp you down with all the ways you fall short, anchored in knee deep mud, go back further — to the beginning, where breath was spoken and light was split. Go back to the twinkle of moonlight — the waning gibbous and waxing crescent splendor. Return to the crisp waters and the sea brimming with a range of gills and rainbow coral. Think of the land in all her glory rising up small seedlings and great oaks. Consider the…

This Too Shall Pass

You’ve heard it said, “This too shall pass,” yet, you and I know the waiting isn’t easy. In the waiting, it seems the other side is Neverland, an invisible entity, the great Beyond, But — before you lay your head down letting despair have its’ way, go, grab your hammer, the tool that fit your grandfather’s hand, passed down to you with love. Use it to pound the nails into each plank, carefully, one by one — when your mind wanders to boredom, to worry, come back to the task at hand. Rap, rap, rap. Keep going. Before long, you’ll…