The Solitude of Springer (essay)
Sitting in solitude beside Springer Mountain I mystically sense a gracious, indiscriminate love.
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Sitting in solitude beside Springer Mountain I mystically sense a gracious, indiscriminate love.
What we fear is the stranger; how sad this word finds harmony with danger.
How can we actively answer that of God in everyone when we’re not supposed to be with anyone?
In an alternate universe we’re celebrating Eli’s entry into adulthood.
God, my heart is pounding against my ribs
Great wings of divine destiny Take hold of my pierced soul.
I am troubled by calling the COVID-19 pandemic by any racist term.
God has left the building and is Graceland bound.
BE vigilant, wise, and calm, STILL thyself to the speed of soul…
I sit in silence in this sanctuary
Sermon delivered at Central Congregational United Church of Christ in Atlanta
In the silence of last Sunday’s meeting for worship I heard one of the best Advent sermons ever.