Today poet Mary Oliver died. It was her poem Snow Geese in her book Why I Wake Early that first captured my attention. It begins with the beautiful lines: O to love what is lovely…
By Ana Lisa de Jong — CHRISTMAS BEEN Christmas is for a moment the veil lifted, the light of Christ appearing through the mist. The bright glow of a candle…
by Christine Sine As I prepare for the new year and my intended focus “Let God’s newness emerge” I am constantly looking for prayers I can use regularly to keep…
by Mary Harwell Sayler from poetry book, Faces in a Crowd See, that’s why I don’t like to get close to you! When least expected, your expression jades, and…
By John Birch –– I see a tendency in people these days, not just Christians, to over-complicate their lives, and I include myself in this. To fill each moment of…
By Ana Lisa de Jong — SMALL PARCELS We carry ourselves in small parcels, forgetting grace likes to burst at the seams. We carry ourselves as apologetic examples of humanity,…
