Monthly Archives: April 2019

This is what grace sounds like when it’s almost Tuesday. “Every time I attempt to handle my own guilt—by ignoring it, rationalizing it, or just running away from it—some unseen power or pressure from the depths of my being squeezes my life dry, leaving me empty. But when I face up to my failures and […]

You probably know this already, that grace happens on more days than Tuesdays. It came home to roost—I came home to roost in it—last Thursday. The days had been hard, isolating, deeply so; you may have a sense of some of those. As I was writing in my journal it surprised me with a different […]

Frederick Buechner writes of a day he was out among some apple trees.  “Something other than what I expected did happen. Those apple branches knocked against each other, went clack-clack. No more. No less. “The dry clack-clack of the world’s tongue at the approach of the approach of splendor.” And just this is the substance of what I want […]