Thoughts from My Corner of the World
Be.Beyond.Be Yonder.Always seekingfor answersto solve the quandariesof what is beyond.What is too muchto know, to carry,beyond what a mere humanshould or need know?What of the Who or the Whatthat is beyond - looking below atthe wee one struggling so?Reaching for truthbeyond her meansnot to be foundsince it's out of bounds."It's over your head," the man... Continue Reading →
I’ve been thinking a lot about stones lately. I’m uncovering many stones while translating Luke’s Greek into English. Some come to the surface sooner than others. Others imbedded deep in the text surface only after I’ve walked repeatedly down the path of translation work. Bent over the text, I turn the words over again and... Continue Reading →
I'm here to writebut the words fail to come forth.Words which in my own past destroyed,rise up and choke my vocal cords.The pen in my hand refusesto cooperate. I turn to books.Words fill the books which surround me in my study -a place of solitude where I tease outsolutions to life's important questions.But as soon... Continue Reading →
Labor or Leisure? "So, what are you planning to do tomorrow for Labor's Day," a friend asked? What a silly question I thought, isn't the answer a bit obvious? Labor. No doubt I'd be washing up a few sink loads of dishes now that we're cooking most of our meals at home. Perhaps I'd toss... Continue Reading →
"Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone,it has to be made, like bread;remade all the time, made new." I have bread on my brain! Six years ago my husband suffered an acute pancreatic attack. After ten days in the hospital the pancreas became necrotic. After another eight days in the hospital we learned nearly... Continue Reading →
I'm alone in my thoughts this Sunday morningSavoring my small garden, a cup of coffee in handBefore gathering later with others for worship.The morning is calm with a light breeze. The mullein stands erect nearly six feet tall now.Coneflowers are beginning to bloom.Daylilies turn to worship the sunBirdsongs float through the air above. All appears... Continue Reading →
I knew her day was a good one the minute I opened the screen door and smelled fried chicken. Fried chicken and the freshly washed kitchen rugs clued me in to her emotional state. If noodles and prunes were on the menu, or milk noodle soup, or even pancakes and eggs - one of my... Continue Reading →
SHAME WALKS AMONG US Who let you out of the pit and clothed you as real, No longer a concept or figment of imagination but a thing empowered, dressed to kill? I've met you before, but where? Barging through the front door, Reclining and heckling, boots on the table Flicking butts to the carpet, blowing... Continue Reading →
Worship I found the following statement from the preface in The Open Sanctuary, by author Nicholas J. Moore to be reassuring: "[A]ll this reading, thinking, and writing has been an imperfect offering of worship to Christ, our high priest, through whom “we gaze into the heights of the heavens” (1 Clem 36:2 LCL).""The Open Sanctuary,... Continue Reading →
