October 27, 2020

Reformation Sunday 2020: Zwingli’s Plague Hymn

Swiss Reformer Ulrich Zwingli contracted the black death (bubonic plague) in Zurich while caring for the sick in 1519. Fearing for his life, he penned this hymn of lament and trust, completing its final four stanzas after his recovery. On Reformation Sunday, we present this as our own prayer for ourselves and each other, five […]

under a fallen wall

under a fallen wall what you do after you hit the wall and then the wall falls on you you gather your strength what’s left and begin digging out but it’s fits and starts choke on dust pause, rub wounds take a moment you can do it, you insist to yourself anyone there? brush aside […]

walk among the autumn trees

Dead leaves, and the nourishment they store, remind us that there’s beauty and life to be found in disorder and decay. • Laura Poppick, What Happens to All the Dead Leaves a friend from my past who i saw at a reunion someone i used to laugh and play sports with grimaced when i told […]

the mind of god

the mind of god october 2020 when the belt on the mower broke the other day i cursed as though god was out to get me though god may have wanted me to invest in my health give me some time walking behind the push mower make me stretch my legs and work my lungs […]

if only…

In a word, what I’m saying is, Grow up. You’re kingdom subjects. Now live like it. Live out your God-created identity. Live generously and graciously toward others, the way God lives toward you. (Matthew 5:48, MSG) • if only this spiritual life were about “spiritual things” i might manage if only i could cloister myself […]

Robert Frost: The Need of Being Versed in Country Things

The Need of Being Versed in Country Things By Robert Frost The house had gone to bring again To the midnight sky a sunset glow. Now the chimney was all of the house that stood, Like a pistil after the petals go. The barn opposed across the way, That would have joined the house in […]

Another Look: The End of the Anthropocene, by Damaris Zehner

The End of the Anthropocene By Damaris Zehner Picture a car, speeding along a highway in the morning. A voice on the radio is gabbling about some crisis. The driver’s cell phone is on, lying on the console next to her; She’s shouting at someone. In her hand is fast food, Wrapped in greasy yellow […]

T.S. Eliot: …the dead tree gives no shelter

2020 has pretty much been a wasteland — uncharted territory marked everywhere with signs of death and the potential for despair. When T.S. Eliot wrote “The Wasteland” (edited by his friend Ezra Pound) 100 years ago in the early 1920s, Europe was such a place — lying in waste, devastated by the horrors and destruction […]

Mary Oliver: Morning Poem

Morning Poem by Mary Oliver Every morning the world is created. Under the orange sticks of the sun the heaped ashes of the night turn into leaves again and fasten themselves to the high branches — and the ponds appear like black cloth on which are painted islands of summer lilies. If it is your […]

Wendell Berry: …these were Heavenly

• “…these were Heavenly” by Wendell Berry The painter Harlan Hubbard said that he was painting Heaven when the places he painted merely were the Campbell or the Trimble County banks of the Ohio, or farms and hills where he had worked or roamed a house’s gable and roofline rising from a fold in the […]