The Secret of the Buried Seed
The secret of the buried seedis to accept the darkness as a gift,to trust the finger that presses us downinto what we fear will be a grave. We have always feare...
Category: faith
Faith for ordinary days {& Christmas in May!}
Abraham, Did you ever get tired of the little things along the way? I mean, you had this grand and glorious promise, but some days must have seemed long. There ...
Kingdom Field Notes: Mother Junco’s Secret
Little mother junco knows a secret. The tilt of her head outside the kitchen window tells me so. She knows the place where heaven and earth meet, somewhere in t...
Over the Cliff*
The day he died we all went right over the cliff. Hearts in our throats, lungs screaming noiselessly for air. How could he be taken? He, who carried all our hop...