The Emptiness of Easter
“Fear and great joy” are what we’re told the two Marys felt on hearing that Jesus had been raised from […]
“Fear and great joy” are what we’re told the two Marys felt on hearing that Jesus had been raised from […]
Back at the turn of the century, 24 years ago now, I led a Quiet Day at our church on
Jesus replies, “I tell you, if they keep quiet, the very stones will cry out.”
In preparation for writing this post, I spent a quiet morning in “Harriet’s Writing Room” in the Stowe House here in Brunswick, Maine, where Harriet Beecher Stowe wrote Uncle Tom’s Cabin.
Looking back at the Grow Christians pandemic posts for Maundy Thursday about the creative ways families shared this night’s ritual, part of me wonders if our church services can ever approach the intimacy of the footwashing done by family members for one another.
Some years ago I took a retreat among the brothers at the Society of St. John the Evangelist that focused on icons.
Back in the early ‘80’s, when I was still living in Colorado, on Good Friday mornings a friend and I would take the 4 to 5 a.m. Night Watch shift at church, then we’d drive out to Warren Lake.
On Friday mornings, on the corner of Pleasant and Union Streets in the heart of Brunswick, Maine, Nancy stands next to a picnic table the children of our congregation painted in vibrant colors.
When I was a little girl, the closet in my bedroom had a back door. You pushed through clothes, unlatched a hook, and behind the door was a dark tunnel: a slanted crawl space that ran the length of the house.