Away from the Manger: The Refugee King Away from the manger they ran for their lives The crying boy Jesus, a son they must hide A dream came to Joseph, they fled in the night And they ran and they ran and they ran
Advent: Hope, Land, and Wine Hope is impossible without a deep sense of being landed. And hope is impossible if you never get dirt under your fingernails.
Advent in the Midst of Collapse To enter into Advent is to read the signs of the times to discern what is happening, and where we are going, through the eyes of Jesus.
Shepherds and Advent The day we get into sheep at Russet House Farm is the day that we will need to significantly up our animal husbandry skills.
Steve Bell’s Pilgrim Year: A Story Reharrowed This is a spirituality for the weary and wary, not the smug and self-secure. This is a spirituality with bruises and dirty fingernails, not easy contentment.
Heartbreaking Hope and Courage I became Toronto’s embittered lover. In many ways I still am. I have been so faithful to this city, but it hasn’t been faithful back.
Hope in my Wallet But hope is not born of the erasure of the past. Hope requires the redemption of the past, and the reclaiming of its promise.
The Grief of God Not even God knows how to avoid the grief. Because, in a broken world, grief comes, paradoxically with the gift of love.
For Days are Surely Coming Days are surely coming. Without that hope, how could we survive the days that are here?
Gender, Weeping and Hope What begins in gendered weeping finds its resolution in gender reversals. What begins in uncontrolled wailing gives birth to hope for a radical new way.
Dancing to the End of Love … at Auschwitz A dance of the displaced, a dance of the diaspora, exiled within exile.