Night bus companions

I got on the 71 in the University District after an enjoyable dinner with my friend Julia.  Riding a Seattle bus from the Ave to downtown at night never fails t...

Resurrecting Hope

The past couple of months, as the trees leafed out and the wildflower seedlings poked their tiny heads through the soil, I felt the chill of winter. It could be...

Visio Divina: Third Sunday of Lent

Exodus 17:1-7 From the wilderness of Sin the whole congregation of the Israelites journeyed by stages, as the Lord commanded. They camped at Rephidim, but there...

Friday Florilegium

How to really love a child, from A Creative Companion by SARK Be there. Say YES as often as possible. Let them bang on pots and pans. If they’re crabby, p...

Friday Florilegium

This week’s florilegium is from On Religion by John Caputo: “Let us speak then of love. What does it mean to “love” something? If a man asks a woman…”do y...

Hiding Light

“Here’s another way to put it: You’re here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world. God is not a secret to be kept. We’re ...

Defining Moments

They came through the doors, two or three at a time. Wrote name tags and found a place in the circle. Thirty eight middle and high school students from three Se...

Practicing Resurrection

My immersion in Eugene Peterson’s books continued this past week with Practicing Resurrection. Alongside Answering God, it is one of his finest, and a gre...

Stories

Sun is streaming through the windows as I wait for the first hummingbird to taste test the new batch of sugar syrup. Earlier, I watched as one by one they hover...