A Metaphor For The Holy Spirit

I'm sitting in a rocking chair in the middle of Babies R Us, it's plush cushions cradle my body. I lean my head back and close my eyes. The chair is the softest thing I've ever felt and I'm in labor with my first child. I want to be cradled. I want to be held. I … Continue reading A Metaphor For The Holy Spirit

Why Are You Crying?

The sound of weeping cut through the still, morning silence. The wracking sobs and desperate cries struck a dissonant chord with the bright bird song that announced the early hour. It didn’t matter, Mary Magdalene was alone, bereft of comfort, bereft of the one who had come to her rescue before.  At least that’s what … Continue reading Why Are You Crying?