Song of Revolution
Advent is a time of waiting in some new way for Christmas. It’s difficult because so many traditions promote old ways. Some of them literally come out of storage boxes: the family nativity scene, tree ornaments and Grandmother’s recipes. It can be difficult to live into this season of possibility. Yet, I want to. I […]
Putting Out the Trash
“You brood of vipers!” These harsh words met those who had made the rough trip across hot desert sands to see the wild desert prophet, in his rough animal skins. John’s vehement condemnation was as shocking to their systems as an immersion in the frigid Jordan River would be. It is shocking for us, reading […]
Wilderness Work
Last Sunday, the Dayspring community blessed the opening of Earthen Hands, a pottery studio near the old farmhouse. It used to be a lawnmower shed, with the usual accumulation of machines, broken tools and extra parts. Now it’s clean, with two new windows and neat working spaces around Bud Wilkinson’s old kick-wheel – a gift […]
Near As the Leaf on a Tree
Leaves are swirling in the wind as I write, and tight buds for next year are visible against the naked sky. Darkness is coming earlier and cold keeps us inside. The slow work of winter curls inward as Advent begins. It is a season for hibernation and gestation too. Gayle Boss has become my guide […]