{ This Advent, We Mourn }
Our streets tremble these days. They quake with so much wrong and woe. How can we think of green garlands and twinkle lights, or send carolers out…
Our streets tremble these days. They quake with so much wrong and woe. How can we think of green garlands and twinkle lights, or send carolers out…
I used to anticipate Christmas. I anticipated The Birth, the joy and the peace. The weeks of waiting, called Advent, intensified the arrival of the baby. The…
Often times personal lament and confession overlap. There are moments we see ourselves amid the ashes and we complain, confess, speak out our part in the wrongness…
Everyone wants to deck the halls with blaring reds and shining silvers, eager to rush into celebration. We love the Christmas music, old and new, the blow-out…
Four hundred years of waiting for a Messiah who never came. Malachi said the day is coming… but no one arrived to save Israel. The prophets were…
Russ and I met in college – in Freshmen Composition, to be exact. Smart, witty, kind – he stood out in a quiet way that I admired.…
Some moments generate such momentum that song spills out naturally. Right in the middle of Les Miserables I became a gushing spring – singing aloud, waving…
Advent speaks to deep places in me. Each year I eagerly await the season known for anticipation…