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How young Song Sparrow learns to sing

May 2, 2020. Approx. read time: 2:50 min., plus reflection questions The faintest hint of deep pale blue brushes the eastern horizon along the spine of the Coburg Hills.  The world outside my open windows is quiet, save for the occasional passing car, and the distant low hum of electrical systems in buildings nearby. And now,… Read more »

Little Columbine, object of divine love

April 28, 2020. Approx. read time: 2:45 min., plus reflection questions. A patch of garden flowers catches my eye on my walk along East 11th, at the edge of Northwest Christian campus.  Among the flowers, the pink and white Columbine captures my heart. I stop, and contemplate her beauty. Actually, I cannot see the beauty… Read more »

The memo arrived today

April 22, 2020. Earth Day. Approx. read time: 2:10 min., plus reflection questions. A memo arrived earlier today, bearing news I needed to hear. The memo says, simply: Your beloved McKenzie River is doing just fine. … As are all the fir trees and pine, hemlock, and spruce, the dogwood, the wild rhodies, oxalis, and… Read more »

Other pandemics that threaten our lives

Approx. read time: 1:45 min., plus reflection questions. COVID owns the bandwidth right now, and understandably so. We’re being sobered. But other pandemics rage on unabated, claiming lives every day—yet so pervasive that we consider them “normal.” They are not. They are a tragic distortion of the human spirit. I call them pandemics of the… Read more »

He stayed on where he was for two days more

Approx. read time: 2:00 min., plus reflection questions. We hang, these days, in middle space, a season of self-isolation with no foreseeable end. So I sit with the account of Jesus raising his beloved friend Lazarus from the dead. The part I am really sitting with is the line early in the account (John 11:1-45,… Read more »

Not the Lent we planned

Approx. read time: 1:45 min., plus reflection questions. Ash Wednesday feels like a long time ago. Life was normal back then. Or at least, predictable. I remember the day I slashed my way through my Google calendar. Click. Click. Click. Appointments? coffee dates? gigs? Gone. I was stunned, with no time to say goodbye. My… Read more »

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