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There is a temptation to divide the world into categories: sacred and ordinary, holy and secular, spiritual and practical. We imagine God is found most clearly in churches, retreats, prayer books, silence, or mountaintop moments, while the rest of life remains somehow less holy.
Especially as we li...
Palm Sunday Dance
A poem by Chuck Wester, WTC Student
I am passed by
the procession
of God.
I stand alone
lost in the narrow
the winding
the streets of
ancient Jerusalem.
And press my ear
to the old stones
that I might
catch an echo
a fading whisperer
of the dance
that...
“Ring around the rosie. Pocket full of posey. Ashes, ashes, all fall down.”
For reasons I can’t quite explain, this curious rhyme recently intruded upon my thoughts. It carried me back to childhood, to evenings when my mother would recite it at bedtime. I had no idea what the words meant then, and ...
