Reading Time: 2 minutes Invisible God: When we seek your face, Your eyes pooled with love, grace, wisdom, and tears, For recognition of our …
Finding God Beyond the Selfie: A Prayer for Seeing god in others Read More »
Reading Time: < 1 minute Ancient of Days: Hear our prayer. We put away childish things. We set aside our toys. And hoisted our tools. …
A Leap of Faith: A Prayer to Start Your Week in the Right Heart Read More »
Reading Time: 5 minutes When I was a child I threw myself at life. Literally I flung myself over cliffs and down precipitous bike …
How to Awaken Wonder in Life: A Story and Prayer Read More »
Reading Time: 4 minutes In 2007 I was despondent and depressed. My dream of living in my beloved Rockies was on life support. Again …
Finding Desperate Hope in a 3,000 Year Old Prayer Read More »
Reading Time: 3 minutes After we buried my dad, my world was as dark as death. Every time we visited the cemetery, I would …
How the Blood Red Thread of Easter Hope Can Change You Read More »
Reading Time: 3 minutes Mary’s Loss: Death When people think of paradox, they often think of contradiction and confusion. Good Friday is that kind …
Mixing Our Tears with Jesus’ Blood: A Good Friday Poem Read More »
Reading Time: 3 minutes The first time I celebrated Easter as something more than bunnies and colored eggs was in 1973. I’d become a …
How Jesus Gives a Damn about our Suffering: A Maundy Thursday Poem Read More »
Reading Time: 3 minutes Like you I’ve been trying to process the most recent senseless killings in Boulder (and Atlanta). I’ve started several …
A Prayer Against Violence: An Honest Conversation with God Read More »
Reading Time: 3 minutes Philip Yancey’s book Prayer: Does It make Any Difference? opens with this: “When a doctoral student at Princeton asked, …
Praying Like a Child: A Childlike Prayer for You Read More »
Reading Time: 3 minutes We were all amazed you hacked heaven out of a patch of dirt between a parking lot filled with second-hand cars and the apartment building you managed filled with second-hand people. You loved both the roses and the people nearly equally. I don’t know if you know, that rose garden is still there, seventeen years after you last fertilized it. Thank you, Mom. You reflected a beautiful but hardscrabble God to us in that rose garden and in your very life! I love you.