Piles (or What I’m Reading)

I don’t know many writers who only read one book at a time. (If you are one who does, I’d be fascinated to make your acquaintance and would try to question you about the reasoning behind your reading practice without making you feel as if you were a specimen under a microscope.) I have piles,… Continue reading Piles (or What I’m Reading)

Advent Interlude

I’m interrupting my series on paradox to invite you deeper into the Advent season with this poem.  It’s a prayer-cry for those of us who need to remember how desperately we need this Child to come and enter into our brokenness, grief, confusion and sin.  How desperately we need this Gift. The Branch of Your… Continue reading Advent Interlude