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.
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
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.
Mary was reluctant to feel joy right away. She slouched into joy until it became a genuine and uncontrollable response.
Who do you serve? For whom do you keep your lamp lit?