People of the words: On mundane
Andrew Taylor-Troutman reflects on words that guide people of faith. Find his blog series here. though this word pertains to being of the..
Take Me
Take my fervor, take my will. Make me silent, yielded, still; wounded, if these wounds may be windows to eternity. Take my..
Aubade
Who would give birth to the god of death? Not brought forth in light, as if from clouds, but squeezed tightly into..
Late Tidings
After more than eighty of such purple seasons, you might think there would be nothing left to look toward, get ready for...
To Give Thanks…
is to remember how it feels to experience belonging, to look long around a laden table and be glad to claim a..
Faith
I called faith a gold-trimmed Gospel, a half-note suspension resolved in hymnic harmony, rehearsed prayers punctuated with perfect gasps and laughter, old..
Apophasis
Nothing happens in this room. That is why we come. Pews have ceased to creak beneath their burden. Elders summing up..
Mid-March (early mud season)
Didn’t mean to go this far, but my insistent terrier – all eight pounds – tugs me toward the lumbered steps that..
The dinner party
One of the Pharisees asked Jesus to eat with him, and he went into the Pharisee’s house and took his place at..
Joseph’s Bones
The bones of Joseph, which the Israelites had brought up from Egypt, were buried at Shechem, in the portion of the land..
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