all that she has sown

I went to my bookshelf tonight in search of an old copy of Phillips’ New Testament in Modern English.  I opened its pages and, gently flipping through, was stopped by some neat, cramped handwriting I knew to be my grandmother’s. Turning to the front to confirm, there was the sticker, in the old-fashioned use ofContinue reading “all that she has sown”

a candle of hope in a season of waiting

It was an interesting thing to flow straight from Thanksgiving into the first Sunday of advent this year. I know Thanksgiving as a holiday is a creation of our secular history, not the church, but I find its timing appropriate. Maybe I’ve never seen it as closely linked as this year, when the seasons practicallyContinue reading “a candle of hope in a season of waiting”

of ropes and hands

The rope loops down, through the harness and up to re-trace its path through the knot. Up. Right. Down. Left. Up again, parallel to the rope hanging off the rock. Pull it tight, dress it right. My hands weave through motion almost without thought, as repetition has trained them to do. If only other areasContinue reading “of ropes and hands”