He promises JOY.

I awakened to a muted dawn on this New Year's Day. It rained all night while the winds caused this big house to creak and moan. We have had a crazy December warm spell, but because of the front coming through, I expected it to be cool, so I donned sweats and a sweatshirt to…

The Hope of Advent

I wrote this poem in 2018, imagining the moment when Mary, the mother of Christ, arrived and baby John leapt for joy in his mother's belly. I wrote it long before anyone had ever heard of Covid-19. The world was already in pain, though, grieving death and injustice on the streets and in the courts...

Hope

I had already fed the animals, picked off the morning's offering of tomatoes and okra, and sat down with a cup of coffee before I looked at the date. September 1. Though it is not the official beginning of Autumn (which is September 22), the march toward cooler temperatures, golden leaves and all things Crock…

A Spiritual Pandemic

2020 was a year like no other I have ever lived in my now 49 years on this planet. As chaos and fear swept the United States (and the world) I watched men and women I know and love become caught up in countless dangerous philosophies and ungodly practices that have infected the Church more…