I’ve been trying to follow Thomas Keating’s advice: learn to be silent with God.
The church is made of people. But they need a home.
Our past, present, and future in five short chapters
“We’re going to do what it takes,” says co-pastor Gloria White-Hammond, “to be our sister’s keeper.”
In the face of unprecedented assaults on planet Earth, what good is poetry?
Standing at the graveside with the last lingering family members, time seems thick.
Walking together through Sussex and To The Lighthouse.
The truth of God's grace is always messier than appearances let on.
I've stopped trying to climb over it or knock it down. Now I just sit there.
We don't need arguments from the pulpit. We need living water.