what we saved in daylight by falling back appears to be nothing more than the stealing of afternoon light to shore up the dawn the babies and chickens aren’t fooled even though the days roll by like an old tire out of round we think we have fixed something and can’t see what we lost…
“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” (Hebrews 11:1) As definitions go, the opening verse of Hebrews 11 — the “faith chapter” — is about as good as it gets. Faith is at the heart of what we can’t make happen, of what we cannot see, of…
This past Sunday, our church finished a month long celebration of our 125th anniversary. One Sunday we returned to the little wooden church out in the woods where our congregation began; two Sundays ago, we spent the afternoon listening to Jeremy, our amazing accompanist, transport us with his words and music. And it was on…
this morning while the sun was wakingand the air was waiting to be warmedwe walked as though we had no otherpurpose but to walk together as though nothing else was as importantas passing under the changing leavesand letting the schnauzers sniffmost everything along our way then we circled back to meet the demandsof our day…
A friend of mine had this little poster on her Facebook page this morning. It showed up on the heels of a conversation at work last night about the nature of atoms and how much space there is in them. (I didn’t understand everything, but I did listen.) One of my colleagues said, “Atoms are…
I find myself wishingthere were no passive voice(an odd wish, I know) but I don’t care muchfor a world wherethings were said mistakes were madedamage was donelives were lost as though the mistakesmade themselvesor the violence happens withoutperpetrators,death without killers too many yearsteaching Englishto sleep well Peace,Milton
There was much about today’s worship that moved me. We observed World Communion Sunday and our meal was accompanied by some amazing music, which is what I want to share tonight. Three women at church covered a song by the Wailin’ Jennys called “One Voice.” I had not heard it before. It is as fine…
Tonight the Red Sox will play the last game of a disappointing season that ended long ago, as far as any aspirations for the post season were concerned. The only thing that matters about tonight is that it would be nice to beat the Yankees on the way out. As far as the Yanks go,…
In the days when I was actively engaged as a songwriter, my friend Billy and I maintained the practice of sending each other three titles and four lines of verse every night. Each of the titles had to be able to be explained (“This song would be about . . .) and the lines needed…
Last night, the Red Sox lost their last home game of the season. We have six away games left — three with the Orioles and then three with the Yankees — and then our season will be over. We will finish with a losing record for the first time in fifteen years. If Toronto continues…