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.
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.
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.
Bound to Betray Betrayal unravels the very fabric of creation. The grief of God resonates with the grief of all creation.
Jeremiah’s Call and Desperate Times Without prophetic critique, hope before breakfast will be little more than cheap optimism at best, and a pious cover-up at worst.
From Transfixed to Hope: Hope Before Breakfast We may be sleepy, but we will not be numb. Hope and history may not rhyme, but we gather nonetheless with a radical and stubborn hope, even before breakfast!