Drop Thy still dews of quietness, Till all our strivings cease; Take from our souls the strain and stress, And let our ordered lives confess The beauty of Thy peace. Breathe through the heats of our desire Thy coolness and Thy balm; Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire; Speak through the earthquake, wind, and... Continue Reading →


O Spirit of the living God, thou light and fire divine, descend upon thy church once more, and make it truly thine. Fill it with love and joy and power, with righteousness and peace; till Christ shall dwell in human hearts, and sin and sorrow cease. Henry H. Tweedy, 1933

Ascension Sunday

So when they had come together, they asked him, “Lord, is this the time when you will restore the kingdom to Israel?” He replied, “It is not for you to know the times or periods that the Father has set by his own authority. But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come... Continue Reading →

For All

As I have read the Gospels over the years, the belief has grown in me that Christ did not come to found an organized religion but came instead to found an unorganized one. He seems to have come to carry religion out of the temples into the fields and sheep pastures, onto the roadsides and... Continue Reading →


Over the past week or so, I’ve been struggling with what I can only describe as an intensely suffocating sadness. And as much as I’ve tried to talk to others about it, I know there’s only one other person in my world who knows exactly how I feel. Oh, don’t get me wrong, the others... Continue Reading →


The newest book in my reading stack looks to be the perfect chaser to Peter Enns' The Bible Tells Me So. Check out this sample from Scripture and the Authority of God by N.T. Wright: "…the phrase [authority of scripture] is invoked when something is proposed or done in the church to which others object: 'You can't do... Continue Reading →


“My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think that I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing... Continue Reading →

Holy Moments

Twenty-seven years ago today was my mother's funeral. Simply put, I thought I was going to die, too. But I had a little one of my own that needed her mother, so I kept getting up and going on. Some days, that was the extent of it. But as time moved on, I discovered that I... Continue Reading →

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