A poem about the grace of communion: Come, sit at the table, my friend I have something to tell you I know you're weary and need rest I know all that you've been through. On the table is some special bread And some very special wine It's not the type you can...
Some scriptures require a bigger ‘meditation’ response than others. The beatitudes are so countercultural that I have to let them sit in my mind, steeping, in order to receive and believe them. ‘Blessed are the merciful.’ In our urban, digital, cancel-culture, social keyboard warrior society,...