What if embracing disappointment really can do wonders for the human soul and the soul of a congregation?
Receiving a gift is not easy for me; I’d much rather play the role of giver. Receiving is so vulnerable. And yet it’s in that place of vulnerability, of both receiving and giving, that we encounter God and discover one another in love.
Senator Clinton’s and Mr. Trump’s toxic behavior towards one another is highly contagious. It’s impacting us more than we realize. All of this makes me think about the essential role of Christian community.
It's one thing to paint a picture or try your hand at the pottery wheel (and if you mess up, so what?); it’s another thing entirely to work with living souls. The stakes feel so much higher.
As I draw this flower, it really does feel like I’m seeing it for the first time. In this way, drawing is like prayer. Prayer is the practice of learning to wake up to the world, having our eyes opened.