They sit in their carseats, next to one another holding hands. The palest caucasion skin of anyone in the family, enfolding the brown hand of his Hispanic little brother. “Are they both yours?” The woman meeting us for the first time asks. “Yes,” I reply, but she wants more. “How did you get that black haired one?” “Same way I got the blond haired one.”
Re-Imagining Mary
Mary was a distant figure for me before having children. As a child she was the part in the nativity I never got to play (my short brown hair meant that I always lost out to my long blond-haired friends). As an adult, to me she was the venerated saint of Catholics, whose hailing brought a comfort I did not understand. I knew she was important, but I could not relate to her.
The gift of the Holy Spirit: gentle as a breath.
This Pentecost, how counter-cultural would it be for the church to emphasize the gentleness of Christ’s gift of the spirit? Maybe he discovered that gentleness from his mother.
Earth Day 2015: We signed papers to begin Plainsong Farm – and I became a new mom all over again.
This Earth Day, I’m remembering the birth of a new ministry. It was surprisingly like becoming a mom.
Lent: a season of grief, of grace, of peace.
Before my mom died, I faced Lent with a kind of calculated resolve. Now the season opens up differently for me, into a sort of invitation.