Lent

Hope When All We See Is Darkness

Often what we think of as a sealed tomb, is actually in invitation to new life.

Over the past several weeks of Lent, we have been more attuned to the connection of our faith and the whole body of Christ as we observed fasting, prayer, and increased generosity to the poor. The conclusion of Lent, Holy Week is traditionally spent immersing ourselves in the mystery of the painful crucifixion and death of the man we profess to believe is the Son of God. I emphasize the word mystery, because it still remains difficult to understand. 

Exhaling Grief

Exhaling Grief

Pollen is just about everywhere I look these days and so is grief. It seems that no matter where I turn, everything is layered with a fine yellow coating. It is on every car, the sidewalks, in the lake water. As I look out over the water to a stand of trees, one of them seemed to exhale a cloud of pollen just the other day. The yellow plume hung in the air and seemed to settle slowly, ever so slowly, down to the earth.

Many around me, myself included, are exhaling grief. It bubbles up in the most unlikely of places. In so many conversations, grief and sadness hover at or just below the surface. It wasn’t until the trifecta of tragedy struck close to home that I began to pay attention to the voice of grief and recognize how many of us are walking with her.

A Long Walk to Begin Lent

When my friend Lisa emailed to ask if I wanted to join her for a walk, I never imagined that she was talking about a very long walk up the coast of Spain following in the footsteps of faithful pilgrims who walked the same path for centuries. Pilgrimage is defined as a long journey to someplace sacred or a place of religious devotion. Santiago de Compostela, Spain is the final resting spot of St. James and considered to be one of the important pilgrimage spots for Christians after Rome and the Holy Land.