I think every good farmer knows that the best source of nitrogen is good ol’ fashioned poop. I’ll let you make of that metaphor what you will.
There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,
A race that can’t stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
A poem that I don’t want to forget.
If we can’t believe just because we’ve been told it, then we need to get our hands dirty.
It takes a lifetime for that Easter joy to keep seeping into our dry bones
A Jesus poem published in the Kenyon Review. Putting it here so I don’t lose it or forget it.
“Sure, it’s okay. Ego te
We know how this pilgrimage will end, because we have the guidebook. We’ve been here before.
Sermon preached on Luke 18:9-14 at my Field Placement parish, Christ Church Bronxville. I do not have a recording from that day, but I gave the sermon again for my Preaching class in Nouwen Chapel. Enjoy.
A Lenten mediation I wrote for The Episcopal Church 2016 lenten meditations on behalf of the United Thank Offering Board. The theme of all of the chosen scriptures was “Go!” Each scripture was chosen for its inclusion of that word.
THERE ARE far worse things than closed churches. The far deeper problem is not dwindling attendance, but the loss of the heart of the Gospel among those that do attend…. I have found that people – … Source: Far worse things than closed churches
I fell in love with climbing not because I love coughing up chalk dust (I don’t) and think calloused hands are sexy (I do). It was the people.