To see or not to see. Perhaps that is the question on this side of Easter. When the women came to the empty tomb in the garden, they saw a missing body, not resurrection — until two men in dazzling…
Is God worth the wait?
We’re over half way through Lent. If you have been faithful to a mini-fast from chocolate or coffee or Candy Crush Saga during this time in the Christian year characterized by reflection and penitence, then you are well aware of…
No ashes on Wednesday
What can you offer on Ash Wednesday if your jar of ashes is empty? What do you give when you’re feeling empty? When the thought well is dry, when compassion is spent? I opened the box that had been sitting…
52 questions Jesus is still asking
By Jayne Hugo Davis “How would you dispose of a dead body?” Our staff team was playing a board game called Loaded Questions last week. We had gotten together for a meal and some forced family fun and that was…
‘I beg to differ’
By Jayne Hugo Davis “When I light a candle at midnight, I say to the darkness, ‘I beg to differ.’” This quote is attributed to an unnamed philosopher in the first century. I don’t know what caused this person to…
All I want for Christmas is rest
By Jayne Hugo Davis As we closed a committee meeting last week, I reminded the group that our next gathering would be our annual Christmas party. There was a collective gasp, but the calendar didn’t lie. Yet again, the days…
Sometimes it’s just a matter of showing up
By Jayne Davis It was really such a simple plan. The group would meet at my house at 4:30 for coffee and dessert and then head off together to the nursing home at 6 to sing Christmas carols for residents…
The spiritual practice of putting down roots
By Jayne Hugo Davis “In whatever place you find yourself, do not easily leave it.” — Abba Antony I love finding tiny volunteer maple saplings around my yard. They spring up between the bushes in the landscaping bed or behind…
The spiritual practice of listening
By Jayne Hugo Davis When two of my sisters asked me what I wanted as a gift for my 50th birthday, I told them a collection of family stories — their personal recollections of family history, anecdotes or folly that,…