Jesus of the Hospital Room

--I have many bits of prayers floating around in journals and scrap pieces of paper from time spent in hospital rooms, waiting rooms.  I have now many friends who have to be in these rooms, have to wait in them, have to hear things no one ever wants to hear.   The waiting seems to... Continue Reading →

Jesus of the Deep Beauty

DEEP BEAUTY IN THE BROKEN EARTH To see a flower in the Spring, we must Believe that there is beauty to be had In gardens we never will control. “Trust And hope that dirt becomes a launching pad For raising beauty in this violent earth?” The cynics scoff but have no solutions, Because they do... Continue Reading →

Jesus of the Truth-telling

This is a prayer that comes after the Act of Re-Membering workshop some of us participated in this past week.  In it we heard stories and we embodied stories of real Canadians from history, and from today-often in their own documented words.   That we, every single people group, are capable of prejudice and of... Continue Reading →

Jesus of the Fallen Flat

Eric Gill, The Good Shepherd woodcut, 1927  This is a prayer sent from Christine Woods, Area Director for YL in Calgary.  It's from the book Alongside by Drew Hill.   I love the images in it - and I love the naming of spaces we all get to - no judgment, just asking God to be... Continue Reading →

Jesus of the Ashes

Lent is a time in the Christian year where we stop. And we are honest. About who and what we are. There are so many ways to enter this season, so many words that could open that door. Stop. Pause. Pay Attention. Wilderness. Dust. Wandering. Eat a little less, do a little less, take a... Continue Reading →

The Solid Rock of…..Wait, Really?

(Orthodox Icon of Saint Luke) So…Luke 6. Sometimes I don’t know if I get how truly extreme Jesus’ was. This stuff he says is not "nice." It's not nice teaching that builds a nice church with nice wall decals that say nice things. These things he’s saying...they are are keep-you-up-at-night things. Literally, I have lost... Continue Reading →

Beauty Cry

Fish Creek in Winter   I went on anti-depressants after mom died. Almost pre-emptively. In September 2016 I went to my doctor and she agreed that some of the sluggishness and swirly thoughts and exhaustion and arm-numbing anxiety I was experiencing could be mitigated. And I needed to mitigate them. I didn’t want to parent... Continue Reading →

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