lenten journal: between noon and three

climate: change in the early days of language we only had words for storms weather meant trouble until some began to realize that a clear sky or a gentle breeze meant something as well but they talked about it the way they talked about time in Latin, Polish, Gaelic, and Serbo-Croatian weather and time were…

I’m preaching tomorrow at First Congregational Church in Guilford. Since it is my church, I’m going to wait to post the sermon until tomorrow, since I want to make sure no one gets a sneak peak. Instead, here’s a poem that grew out of my preparation. sermon prep what can I say what should I…

get rhythm I live with an arrhythmia I know of what I speak it’s awfully hard to dance when you cannot find the beat somewhere along the way as I traveled through my week the metaphor extended ‘cause we still can’t find the beat to life beyond these past two years of isolation and defeat…