Maybe we should see Pentecost as a celebration of land and labor in which the Holy Spirt is made known.
Jesus’ high priestly prayer is a call to a new kind of knowing and loving.
What we see reminds us of what we miss, and vice versa.
What would the insurance-mandated boundary trainings that I’ve attended make of Jesus’ intimacy with his disciples?
The vine branch doesn’t put “make grapes” on its to-do list. It just makes them.