Spirituality

Upholding the Law: Open to Interpretation

A few weeks ago two of my friends got married. Marriages in general are joyous and celebrated occasions, but this one even more so. They had been married in every sense of the word, except legally, for years, standing by each other through raising a child (now a teenager), job changes, house remodeling, cancer—you name it—the usual challenges (and pleasures and comforts) of a married couple. But they did so without legal rights and protections.

Separations

I recently watched the French film L’Equipier. It tells the story of a young man who, in 1963, arrives on the small island of Ouessant, off the coast of Brittany, a province in western France. He is newly hired by the Maritime Commission to work on a lighthouse offshore. It is staffed in 24/7 rotation by a small team of light keepers, all locals.

Many Waters

We share a birthday, Bernadette Soubirous and I. She was born in the year of the Great Disappointment, 1844, in Lourdes, France. Hardly superstitious, but terribly romantic, this means much to me. I have no expectation that anything will come of visiting the sacred place where aquero (“that”), the small young lady, the Immaculate Conception, visited Bernadette. But with my husband Peter and his Roman Catholic parents, I make the pilgrimage.

Just Three Words

Parents Todd and Tracy (not their real names) reflect on grace and God's greatest commandment through relationship with their child.

Three words. We heard just three words, and our world changed forever.

It’s hard to put into words the emotions and feelings that happen when life suddenly spirals out of control. One moment our life was moving along relatively smoothly, and then with just three words, life became a road filled with blind corners, potholes, washouts and dead-ends.

Of Wild Raspberries, Wooly Prophets, and Wonder

Beloved—

the sunrise over the dairy,

like a slice of almond cherry pie,

all for you.

 

These words appear in my mind as I run round a bend in the river valley. It’s 6:00 a.m. and a flock of swallows skims around in the morning light. Over them the vast sky opens up as my path cuts through fields of corn. I am caught up in an overwhelming sense of God’s embrace. Beloved, I know you would love a slice of almond cherry pie, but here’s this.

3 AM

Continuing reflections on the spirituality of parenting....

It’s 3 AM, and we’re having another conversation about who should rock the baby, based on who is likely to get more sleep this night.

At least, that’s what I think we’re talking about. We might actually be talking about the theological implications of molinism or how to assemble a nuclear collider for all that I can follow the conversation.

A Blessing in Disguise

We're continuing to share reflections on the spirituality of parenting. Why? Because all of us, whether or not we're parents, have been parented, and it is one of the most familiar metaphors for God. So there must be much for us to learn and gather from this theme.

Snakes Good or Evil

This morning we found a snake by the back door. Couldn’t be sure, from our timid distance, whether rattler or bull snake. If rattler, we’d grab hoe and chop. If it were in the wild, we’d leave it be, but this close to house, close to tender bare feet and curious dogs, it’s too dangerous. If a bull snake, we’d welcome it to make its home in the crawl space under the house. They’re harmless, handy actually, for eating rodents.

Since we couldn’t tell, we let it slither away.

Blessing and Promise: Because God Loves More Than We Do

A mother, who wishes to remain anonymous, reflects on her experience of coming to cherish her adopted son and struggling with the hard reality of life.

What Being a Dad is Teaching Me about Jesus

Happy Father's Day from Spectrum! Meet Leslie Samuel and his baby boy, Noah, and watch as this father talks about how he's learned to trust and relax into God.

Little Noah was born in November and since then he has been the joy of our lives. I’ve learned a lot from the experience so far – even about Jesus. Does it make sense for little Noah to take the responsibility of getting to know me from the time of his birth? I didn’t think so. And I think this lesson applies to my relationship with God....



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