Guest blogging today is Reverend Kara Root, pastor of Lake Nokomis Presbyterian Church (Minneapolis, MN), a congregation whose life revolves around Sabbath, worship and hospitality.
At least one corner of the internet (so it must be true!) proclaimed yesterday, January 13th, National Poetry at Work Day. [NB: This is not
Today, we welcome guest blogger, Sam Troxal. Thanks, Sam! I was in the office working on January 2. The day felt “in between.” The hospital
This poem by the late Irish poet John O’Donohue showed up in my inbox last week (via emails from Inward/Outward, a wonderful daily dose of
by Joshua Bode Eternal Father, who through the baptism of your Son’s body in the waters of the Jordan made known your blessing upon the
Six-thirty a.m. Dark. No sound save the wind’s distant crescendos and calms. No traffic sounds. Slip out of bed to check the internet for closings:
In response to the deadly attack at the offices of the satirical French magazine Charlie Hebdo in Paris this week, this image has been circulating
Christmas and Epiphany are times filled with wonder. “I wonder as I wander out under the sky” and “star of wonder, star of light” are
Epiphany has become incredibly meaningful for me in the last two years and perhaps more meaningful than Christmas. While that might be somewhat provocative to
