Hosanna! Hosanna! Blessed is the One who comes in the name of the Lord! I remember… hands raised in praise the streets filled with people shouts of joy “blessed, how blessed!” months go by discouraged and tired the heart is weary “why, Lord, why?” how I’ve failed what I’ve done what I’ve not done all … More Burning my Hosannas
That momentary darkness A burst of blinding light The morning walk around the neighborhood A hellish commute to work Perspective is everything Finding a piece of the puzzle Learning a new bit of my reality Asking, for once, the right questions Trusting God enough to wait Perspective is everything Rising above your circumstances Walking on … More Perspective is Everything
In my work as a chaplain, I am privileged to listen and reflect with those who are brought into my circle of care. I am not the only one who listens to these patients. Nurses. Social workers. Physicians. Nursing assistants. Even the food service and environmental service staff! We all are part of the patient’s journey … More I Will Hold Your Story
Autumn Alleluia This fleeting moment when leaves turn, one by one, from green to gold and orange, I stop and take a breath. Life drifts by, the moments blur into days, into weeks, into years. I stop and look up and offer a silent Thanksgiving for all of the good gifts God brings. Even in death, … More Autumn Alleluia
Soft Falls The Night Soft falls the night and in the deepening dark I hear the peeping of the frogs the softening whine of crickets and the palms rustling and rattling in the breeze. The noise accelerates, as if to beg. Perhaps the sun will slow its course and give a few more moments of … More Soft Falls The Night
Where Does Your Memory Go? I was once asked the question, “Where does your memory go? When you can’t remember who you are, Or what you know? Where does your memory go?” “I don’t really know,” I said with a smile, “Does it bother you to think That one morning you might forget Who you … More Where Does Your Memory Go?
It stormed last night The wind and rain woke me (or perhaps it was the cats, running for cover in a panic!) This morning I found the air was fresh, the heat abated, and the dewy aftermath of the storm beaded every surface. How true it is that storms in life come, overwhelm and panic, … More After The Storm
