Turning Inward
Sitting on the chancel on a Sunday morning with the assignment of extinguishing a candle for Lent, the view across the sanctuary was dim, flat, without shadows. That, of course, was because the shutters were closed. We do that at Lent to symbolically wait in darkness for the light of Easter. Continue reading “Lenten Reflections”
Writer’s Block
When people ask what I do for a living and I say “I’m a writer,” their follow-up question often is, “Do you ever get writer’s block?” Apparently it’s a well-known malady, and my answer is, “Yes, I do.” And perhaps my follow-up comment should be, “And don’t you?” Continue reading “Lenten Reflections”
Mowing in the Rain
I worked inside all morning, looking out occasionally at the latest wave of rain. I would have enjoyed the sound of raindrops on the roof and windows except that someone was mowing – in the rain. At first the sound came from the church across the way; they always mow on Friday, rain or shine. And then in the late morning it was a neighbor nearby. Continue reading “Lenten Reflections”
