Poems by D.S. Martin
The Pump at the End of the Lane I remember the sound of the pump at the end of our cottage lane braying like a
The Pump at the End of the Lane I remember the sound of the pump at the end of our cottage lane braying like a
>“Establish the work of our hands for us–yes, establish the work of our hands.” —Psalm 90:17b The heat waves this summer reminded me of a
The teaching of Christian worship is a relatively new phenomenon at church-related colleges, seminaries, and divinity schools. Prior to 1965, there were no full-time professors
Green by Jean Janzen That summer the cornfields were drunk with incessant rains, and at night we could hear new leaves splitting out of the
Then I looked and heard… Revelation 5:11 I usually look around a good bit when I’m worshiping. Regardless of whether I’m in the pulpit or
In Chaucer’s “Canterbury Tales,” the lovestruck knight Arcita is banished from the dukedom of Theseus, but he sneaks back in and disguises himself as a
Walter died recently. He was 93. He was blind and a home-bound member of our congregation. For the last five years of his life I
A friend of mine once commented with some wit about the recovery of liturgical lament. Dryly he asked, “Does this mean that churches will begin
Today’s worship is riddled with polarities. “Traditional” is set against “contemporary.”1 Hymn is set against praise song. The wisdom of professional musicians is juxtaposed with
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