Here’s a short piece I wrote for Pentecost. It introduced an interactive worship service with worshipers moving through reflection activity stations. You can hear the Scripture & reflection here. Pentecost is for the brave who stand tall in the eye of the storm never flinching as the Spirit shakes the foundations and thunderous winds announce…
The dove descending breaks the air With flame of incandescent terror –T. S. Eliot, Little Gidding, Four Quartets Eliot has war, history and faith on his mind in these few lines from one of my favorite poems, Little Gidding. I took his words a bit out of context this week, thinking about the descent of…
Come, Holy Spirit, the one who sang a new melody as God’s Creation rose from Chaos, who wept at the dark shadow of a cross, and who danced early in the morning, at the opening of an empty tomb, Come, Holy Spirit, the one who could not be contained by wind, or flame, or breath,…
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