By Melanie Joy   She woke, she worked,  she loved, she livedAnd life happened Apparently there is a lining in the vessels of one’s heartIt toreIt blockedIt damagedAnd the pulsing muscle cried in pain   Miracles happen every dayParamedics rush people to hospitalDoctors who study and learn and know things about the physical bodyMake repairs that seem unbelievable and are …

By Susan Fish High on the walls of my church are a series of stained glass windows depicting events from the life of Jesus. One of my Sunday morning rituals is to look up randomly at one window or another and to ponder how the particular image might speak to my life. I remember one morning when the light was …

All things work together for good They say when burdens fall and strife piles up Tell that to Job Remind him his tears are good after he has suffered the loss of his children Do not tell me how he was given back double what was taken As if the hole in a heart left by a child can be …

Restless to breathe Hungry to wander Tied to home, stuck on repeat. Drawn to the forest- craving its space, seeking its peace. It has been too long- I go. Eager to walk through the heaviness Push through the trees to the other side of anxiety. Met with the path a sheet of ice. I resign to disappointment. Determined- I take …

By: Connor Jay I remember being so sure of my theology. I was 14, so of course it was perfect. How could it not be? When you’re 14 you know everything. I remember being certain of two things that continue to haunt me to this day: I was so confident that people who were gay were going to hell, and …

The Rope By Kim Hawthorne   Lately I have felt like I am living life at the edge of a cliff.  Some days I completely fall off, and those are brutal days that I truly wonder if I will survive, or if I even want to. Today, despite being my birthday, was one of those days.  Everything was on fire …

  By Doug Martin   She sits on my lap Confident and happy in our shared warmth, Enjoying our shared work. She is not yet two. She does not understand the picture we are forming.  She is not able to distinguish the pieces. The puzzle belongs to her older brother. I lay pieces next to each other. She manipulates them …

  This is space for the words of the people, a place to share experiences and theological reflections around our corporate and personal witness of the work of God in ourselves and in the world.  Any kind of written word is welcome.  If haiku is your thing, then send that along! All levels of writing ability will be considered, and …