Many years ago I visited Pompei. I knew that my grandmother had been born in a small town not far from nearby Naples, and as our bus drove around the city on the autostrada I looked up into the mountains and imagined. I imagined what it might have been like for a girl in aContinue reading >>
The gift of the question
Each time Psalm 103 rolls around I am reminded that I truly believe The Lord is Kind and Merciful. Each time, too, I have to ask myself, what does that mean? It doesn’t mean that God waves the magic wand and makes life easy. It doesn’t mean that we never fall ill, it doesn’t meanContinue reading >>
Let your mercy be on us
I was using a microphone, though I probably didn’t need it. I was just doing my job, singing a psalm like I do every weekend. I was exhausted. The weight of difficult months had leached energy from my soul just as certain meds can leach calcium from your bones. One’s bones. My bones. Due toContinue reading >>