But I am increasingly convinced that one of the great losses of modern life is how easily we forget that we ourselves are creatures.
We belong not only to schedules and screens and errands. We belong to creation.
Category Archives: Theology and Scripture
The Gospel According to the Backyard Bird Feeder
Because Ordinary Time teaches us to notice things again.
The movement of light through trees.The sound of wind before rain arrives. The astonishing variety of life unfolding quietly around us every single day whether we pause to observe it or not.
The Beautiful Familiarity of the Church Basement
We come home again.
To prayer. To friendship. To grace.
And perhaps this is one of the quiet miracles of the Church: Week after week, imperfect people gather together and somehow become a community where weary souls can rest.
The Quiet Holiness of Bringing the Extra Chair
We arrive thinking about schedules, responsibilities, conversations, and the deeply mysterious question of whether we remembered to lock the car. But servanthood gently turns our attention outward.
The Spiritual Discipline of Folding Laundry
Laundry, after all, is an act of stewardship.
It is the quiet work of tending life.
Caring for ourselves. Caring for those we love. Preparing for another ordinary day of living.
The Gospel According to the Lawn Chair
And perhaps part of our calling in Ordinary Time is to relearn how to join it.
Not by doing more.
But by paying attention.
The breeze moving through the trees. The absurd confidence of a robin defending territory vastly larger than itself. The smell of cut grass that somehow convinces us we have accomplished something important merely by smelling it.
The Spiritual Discipline of Setting the Alarm (and Actually Getting Up)
And that presence is found not only in extended periods of devotion, but in the quiet, consistent practice of showing up.
The Theology of the Slightly Overfilled Grocery Bag
And it is here, in the grocery bags and the small decisions and the slightly overambitious plans, that faith takes on its most practical form.
In the Name of the Father… and the Son… and the Holy Spirit… (and a Deep Breath)
Which means that when we speak of a “Spirit-filled community,” we are not inventing something new.
We are reflecting something ancient.
We are drawn into the very life of God.
Changing the World… One Slightly Misplaced Folding Chair at a Time
“Go into all the world” does not necessarily mean beginning with the entire world.
It may begin with the room we are in.