When you don’t have words, borrow some.

I have a friend wrung out by grief, who told me recently that it is near-impossible to pray. How can she pray? Where are the words? Who is this God she doesn’t understand? I committed, when she said that, to pray on her behalf. But where to start? I started with the Psalms, and pray…

Psalm 46 in a World Gone Mad

There is a place in Acadia National Park, in Maine, where you can see the ocean’s strength displayed, see the forces that batter and smash. It is called Thunder Hole, and is so dramatic that visitors to the park flock dutifully to stand a moment and watch. Dark water, surging into a hidden cave, collides…

Heart

Sixth grade class play.  Sitting on the dusty stage, gazing across at the little red-headed boy.  Who knew a heart could swell so big?  Little kids and country singers know the secret of grand dreams, great loves, and gargantuan disappointments.  You have to live with your whole heart. I have been learning again lately about…