Creative Writing

  • God seems to have given us all the gift of time, to be present  and aware of the world around us, to take in the words and long conversations of others, to silently open our eyes to the creation we live in and are part of, and maybe even fall into the mystery of God with us in this beautiful mess we call life.

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  • The squealing, talking, racing and sometimes crying are the noises that the kids bring each week to All Souls Kids Ministry. There are noises and emotions and wondering. And in the middle of all that energy there is worship. I know that God is smiling down on his children as they gather to play, learn and sing together.

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  • Shalom has its own significant meaning; a complete rest, one without wanting, emptiness, a peace with nothing left undone. Shalom gives wholeness – it’s as if to say to the passerby, “I wish the peace of God upon you that makes you whole.” It is an extraordinary thing that the peace of God, found in Sabbath rest, can be so renewing and restoring to our weariness and brokenness. Even more, Sabbath Shalom gives us the kind of peace that allows God to meet us and do the kind of work in and through us that He so desires.

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  • Lord in your mercy,

    Hear our prayer.

    God, we are your people and we are not all the same. Some among us cheered while others wept this week. And here we are together as one church. One Lord, one faith, one baptism. Teach us, God, how to love one another.

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  • But what if instead of beating myself up, in repentance I am gentle with myself? What if I know and receive God’s forgiveness and unending mercy? What if I rest in the reality that I am dearly loved? What if that reality sinks deep into my bones? Maybe tomorrow I will carry even just a little more gentleness than I did today.

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  • This is a story I want to have enough bravery to enter into. Not only to join these amazing visionaries we met, but also to join a God who touches lives uniquely and offers true hope and love. It was clear that God is moving in the communities we saw—with or without us. But there was also an invitation to join in, to see the messiness and ups and downs of change, to join in imagining a new story of redemption for communities and individuals.

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  • The seminarians I knew in college

    drank handfuls of wine on Maundy Thursday

    and quickly wiped all that spilled down their

    chins. They dirtied our floor with wash basins,

    sooty puddles, and the Yerushalmi dirt

    of our footprints:

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  • “It seemed like a great pursuit, but deep down I still doubted that knowing God would help me to know my true self. They seemed like two different journeys. God is God. And I’m just Will. Pursuing a knowledge of God, it seemed, would only help me understand what I’m not.”

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  • “These are old practices, old habits, and they ask things of me that most modern practices miss. They ask old things of me. Things like silence and listening and my full presence…”

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  • “There is no limit to the distractions that can fill our days, which fill our weeks, which become our years and our lives. At a funeral yesterday, strolling through the cemetery, I questioned my priorities…”

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