Table I was one of the uninvited. Improper, dirty underdressed, sweaty from a day of labor and forgetting. I knew the thing was happening as a distant pleasure, a high joy, not for me. And then the servant scurrying along the road, grabbing my sleeve. “Come. Hurry. It’s starting.” In … Continue reading Table (Five Minute Friday)
You stand between your people and a raging sea. An army chases you. The crowd shouts, demanding, panicked, angry. They wail. They accuse you. Yesterday you were their hero. Today you wonder if they might toss you in those frigid waves. You stand at the edge of a pit, looking down into deep shadows. Feline … Continue reading The Problem of the Gift
I like to think of myself as Mary, or the cleansed leper who fell at Your feet, or beloved John who left all to follow, or the adultress justified, or Lazurus even, or the woman with the flow of blood. But no. I am the innkeeper who turned You away, the nine who walked … Continue reading Ash Wednesday
