During my sabbaticals I awake each morning and close my eyes each evening to the ever-changing Sangre de Cristo (that is Spanish for blood of Christ) mountain range. These final peaksRead More
I went to church as I snowshoed today,
Never ever expecting
To hear a message this way.
The snow had fallen the long night before,Read More
Some people are “beach people”. They love the smell of salt water in the air, the sound of waves crashing against the beach and the feel of warm sand beneath their feet. After years of travel, I found the ocean scene never spoke to me because I’m a “mountain people”. I am drawn to the aroma of sweet butterscotchRead More
One of my favorite theologians was the anti-Nazi dissident, Dietrich Bonhoeffer. Of the many things this very brave German pastor wrote, this is one I wish we could embrace today: “Judging others make us blind, whereas love is illuminating. By judging others we blind ourselves to our own evil and to the grace which others are just as entitled to as we are.”Read More
This is what I opened my eyes to this morning in Santa Fe. Actually, we get a spectacular sunrise about five days a week. Steve and I make a point to wake up every morning to watch it. Trust me— this is a miracle you don’t want to sleep through.Read More
Because my devotionals are autobiographical and sometimes raw, many of my readers feel safe to write me and share their own life stories. Over the past 10 years, one of the things I have learned from them is that favoritism, neglect—even child abuse—know no socio-economic, racial or religious boundary. I have also learned that those who were mistreated as children never realize true joy as adults until they decide to face the past and move on.Read More
Sometimes our best and highest worship doesn’t take place in a chapel, a synagogue or a parish but in the most mundane moments of our day. More and more I find myself encountering God as I slug through crowded city streets, stroll through a lush green park—even as I visit with a clerk in the grocery store!
I’m in Santa Fe this week and want to share with you where I worshiped today. Please come join me.
I went to church in the wood today.
It was quiet and still
And I began to pray.
Steve and I arrived in Santa Fe last week and were in town to procure our “provisions" when we found ourselves driving around in a snowstorm. Having lived our entire lives in central Texas, we are not well-versed in this “style” of precipitation so needless to say we were completely dumbfound when “white-out conditions” struck (in about five minutes while we were shopping for produce. Lord, have mercy!)!Read More