“’Tis the irrational season, when love blooms bright and wild;if Mary’d been filled with reason, there’d have been no room for the child.” Madeleine L’Engle Twenty-seven years ago, I entered the season of Advent nine months pregnant. That year, 1994, as this, 2021, the lectionary texts that I preached beat a tattooContinue reading “Waiting for New Life”
Yet Alive 