It is the first day of spring. The gods have delivered inches of snow. A thin line of crocus stalks are teeming at the edge of a flagstone. Life is holding to a stationary orbit but struggling. A minister posted she would pray each morning and asked: How can I pray for you? This isContinue reading “A Prayer On Your Wires March 2020”
I am seeing a time in the future when we will look back and say: our faiths became what they were always meant to be, our liturgies came from a shared place such that we could see no differences in their structure.
Tonight I’m on the Night Shift for a another time. We gather at 8:00 p.m. in a church basement–part of network that literally operates underground and in the middle of the night.