the garden
When we gather as Christians, coming together to love on one another, we rub off on each other the way a bee leaves pollen from one flower on his…
A mass of quiet ones in a bouquet
I love the way the light streams into the cathedral nave in the late afternoon. The glass refracts the light into the blues and oranges which architects reserve for feminine,…
Sparked joy and stroreage boxes
These bees are living on the roof of our cathedral, busy preparing for a robust summer of flight; cleaning, collecting and production. While you and I are making early and…
Prayer and hot wax
The icon of Saint Anthony of Egypt, the first solitary and the first monastic of the church's recognition Egg tempera on plaster and carved wood, Mount Athos, 2000 The Oratory…
living out our Imago Dei
The myrrh-bearing women approach the tomb with their gifts in-hand, only to find that Jesus has risen. They are told that Jesus is not here. So what did they do…
not so o’er
When the women approach the empty tomb in the icon of the myrrh-bearing women, the angel's wings fling off to the left along with the mountains. Everything in the icon…
Easter people dressing a corpse
When the three myrrh-bearing women of the great Easter Icon approach the tomb, they are stuck in what they have always known much the way we are stuck in failed…
things in an Easter jail
Sometimes I wonder if, perhaps, we are in a golden cage, with the lock on the inside and the key in the lock - a golden cage of materialism in…
Friendship: Easter antidotes
Friends gathered around me recently and hosted me for dinner. They made me a meal, poured me scotch - expensive scotch, even though they knew I could not taste it…
doubting anxious thoughts
this past week we celebrated the first Sunday of Easter on which we retold the story of "doubting Thomas." Sermon in hand, I went to mount the pulpit aware…