to be human is to be forgetful. Continue reading
Category Archives: worship
our bodies are only dust, the prayers and liturgies of this day remind us. But this year, as I prepare to go up to visit my dying grandfather, I’m struck by how precious dust is to us. Continue reading
There’s a church in Columbia with a sizable staff (I’m not talking about my own church, I promise!) who retreats together at least twice a year. During their first afternoon, before they pray or worship or eat together, they do something rather remarkable: Continue reading
a week ago today, I celebrated Eucharist at a nursing home in Bloomington, Minnesota. Continue reading
I’ve written about china before.
This was a part of my personality that didn’t come out till I left home and established my own nest, but it seems I inherited more than my mother’s penchant for period literature–I’m obsessed with dishware and love to throw a really good party, just like my mom does. Continue reading