turnings


You think the trumpets are for God and they are. But as you sing your praises to God in heaven, heaven echoes them back to you a thousand fold. The rumors about your depravity as a race of beings are just that; rumors from pale, angry celibates whose projection of...

Until- a Franciscan poem


  Until Who are You God that you would tinker with a fish until it grew legs to crawl from oceans? Who are You that You would tinker with a lizard until it grew wings to fly over mountains which you push up from molten fields for fun, with a...

the stewardship of our connection


the stewardship of self-offering What does it mean to worship a God who's act of self-offering is central to our faith?  What does it mean for us to worship a God who came to us as "the word?" God intervenes physically into time as Jesus who says he is "the...

My dog questions clothes- a prayer of questions


Why do you look so worried? What's the big deal? I am siting here. I live to play and love. Why not follow my lead? You worry too much. Your biggest problem is that you wear clothes. God loves you. All that "good dog" stuff you pile on me is...

friendship


At the end of a long and very good day at the annual retreat I found myself sitting in the moonlight of a nearly full moon, on a field, at a picnic table with four friends near midnight. They are new friends as are so many here in Denver, and...

The stewardship of what goes into me


  Last night I had friends over for dinner.  I had prepared a five course Thai dinner including dim sum, beef satay in lettuce wrap, a soup course  (which I forgot to serve!) an green curry with sticky rice and a combination of roasted almond chocolate and candied ginger chocolate....

the stewardship of our thoughts


During "the monastery years" as I have come to call them, we used to joke among the brothers about the steel mullions on the windows of our cell. The monks cells looked out onto the Charles River near Harvard Square in Cambridge Massachusetts.  The monastery was designed by Ralph Adam...

on not being God


The Rood screen of the Cathedral is the wrought iron screen which separates the congregation from the high altar and is so called because the Saxon word for Cross was "rood" and this screen usually held a cross of the crucified Jesus with Mary and John on either side.  The...

the stewardship of our stress


The sanctuary lights remain lit in the cathedral to represent the presence of Christ in the wine and bread nearby.  Fire has long had a place in churches and temples all the way back to the beloved temple of the Jews.  Much of the prophetic literature and one third of the psalms...

the stewardship of beauty


  It is nearly impossible to underestimate how tired, grieving, regretful, even despairing people are when they walk into the church for worship. There is, of course, great joy and happiness in many lives. We are that marbled rye of existence in which we have both the light of joys...