Today I was at a meeting of sojourners brainstorming about offerings we could make… in prayer… healing ministry… racial reconciliation… lectio life… and on and on to the point my head was spinning and my heart was firing up. Most of the people in the room I did not know, or if I knew their names, I did not know them well. Honestly, I wondered why I was there. 

I am retired. I like to go to the river. Or read in the back yard. I told somebody today that I see myself as a free agent for the Lord. A toad in the middle of the room… parsing wisdom and guidance and affirmation to anyone who came for help. Silly me. Who thinks that’s a life strategy?

As we were brainstorming around the table a woman whom I had never met before asked me about retirement and what was my plan for the next years of my ministry. Well… I am full of complaint. Aches. Fatigue. Stamina problems. Balance issues. Yada yada. Hells Bells, what do I expect at 75? I thought about Stevie Nix.

Several years ago Tom and I had tickets at Greensboro Coliseum to see Rod Stewart and Stevie Nix in concert. I love Rod Stewart for all the old rock and even more for his soft renditions of classic love songs. Fleetwood Mac was a band in my children’s music generation. I loved their music. I especially loved Stevie Nix. My favorite song of hers is Landslide.

I was reminded of Landslide last Sunday at a Family Celebration at the church. I heard it sung and sang along as best I could.  The lyrics rose up in disjointed phrases: “Well I’ve been afraid of changing… but time makes you bolder and children get older… and I’m getting older too.” Aging is new to me. And to have a spirit and a heart and a passion and a love of God and a love of life that out runs the capacities of a 75 year old body is…pardon me, a real pisser. So what is a person to do? 

Self-awareness, when it comes, crashes down like a landslide. When we “see our reflection on the snow-covered hills,” we can run and hide. Or we can meet the landslide head on. I cannot do all things; but I can do some things. I can handle some responsibility; but I cannot hold the weight of the world. I can adapt to new realities and I am willing to make a fool of myself. I am called to love and serve God, my neighbor and all creation. I pray I will, on the ride down the mountain, “do all the good I can, by all the means I can, in all the places I can, at all the times I can, to all the people I can, for as long as ever I can.” (thanks, JW.)

Saying “yes” to life is a choice we make every day till our days on earth are over. I give thanks that a few hours in the company of sojourners seeking to make the world a better place reminded me of that. 

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If I Could Put You in My Pocket

This is a poem I wrote for my brother after he had a stroke last year. He has never seen it before.

If I could put you in my pocket

I would wrap you in a red snugly

            And dress you in your gray sweat pants

            And the tan socks with the rubber skid proof pads

I would tuck you in my shirt pocket

            The one sewn over my heart

And I would bring you home

I would bring you home where I could see you often

            And sing with you

            And remember the old stories of our youth

            And eat oyster dressing and barbecue and Mother’s chili

At home the chords of our family bind us closely

            In sweet harmony and shared values and mutual affections and love, love, love

If I could put you in my pocket

            We could travel the days of aging together

            Share our faith, our fears, our laughter

We could brag on our children and grandchildren together

            And we could laugh at the day to come

If I could put you in my pocket

            I would never let you move away again.

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Fruit Bearing

The little plum tree in our back yard outdid herself this year. Hundreds and hundreds of flowers in the early spring yielded thousands of little green plums. The birds and the squirrels loved them even before they began to ripen. 

Spring rains and warm sunlight grew the little green plums. The weight of them became heavier and heavier on the branches of the little tree, so heavy the branches sagged to the ground under it all. The ripening of the plums began and I would like to think the little tree was glad to see her fruit grow and redden in the sunlight. There were plums ready to pick this past weekend. Plump and juicy, the fruit dripped down our fingers as we bit into each delicious one. 

We raced the squirrels to see who would get the most. There were plenty to go around. The little plum tree had borne fruit well. All the pickers, human and other, delighted in what she had given us. Tom filled a bucket and I began to prepare the plums for preserves. We make preserves of figs and pears that grow in our yard. How hard could plum preserves be? 

Turns out, the canning process is a breeze. Boil, pack, seal, pop, done.  What was unexpected was the tartness of the plums after they were canned. Tartness was likely there all along; revealed when the heat was on. Even added sugar could not mask it. Still the process was satisfying and the product is beautiful. We will find uses for it beyond biscuits.

As Tom and I sat on the back deck looking at the little plum tree, now partially emptied of her load, I told him the little tree looked like she had just come through childbirth. The fruit was gone, but the effects of the fruit bearing remained. She was bent over, some branches to the point of breaking. She looked worn out and ready for a rest. Squirrels danced through her branches grabbing the left-over plums and eating them like corn on the cob, sweet juice dripping from their little chins. Delight among the creatures for the fruit that was borne among us was everywhere. 

Jesus speaks a lot about bearing fruit. “We plow the fields and scatter the good seed on the ground…” so we sing in Godspell and read in the Gospels. Soil is prepared; seeds are scattered. Jesus calls us to stay connected; “I am the vine; you are the branches.” Bearing fruit comes of abiding in Christ. The little plum tree is planted and rooted deeply in the soil. She is fertilized and occasionally pruned. She drinks in the water that falls on her and opens widely to the sun. She abides steadfastly through all kinds of weather. Her agency is limited; she is totally dependent on God. It is designed within her to bear fruit; she yields to God’s work through her to bear the fruit she bears.

The fruit we bear, you and I, is not of our own agency. Rather it is seeded by God, watered by grace, and born of love. Saint Paul writes about the fruit that is borne through us: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. Fruit manifests itself in justice and righteousness.  

The fruit we bear can be tart, bitterness just below a sweet surface. We watch the world around us soaked in conspiracy, toxic rhetoric, mean-spiritedness, untruth; much tartness lives loudly among us. The work of fruit bearing in the world can bend us over and break us down and wear us out. A walk through the garden reveals what is growing and what it is producing. 

A gardening guru I watch on YouTube says to take a walk through your garden at least every other day to see what is growing that doesn’t need to be there. Pull out the weeds. Have faith that as we abide and stay connected to Christ, all will be renewed to bear what is good and right. Time again to taste the sweetness of God’s garden and remember to whom we are connected. Such goodness as this is worth preserving. Amen. 

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Pondering the Paradox

What are we to make of the dynamic tensions of life? The either/ors? The gains/losses? Few, if any, of us are not thankful to turn the page on 2020. Stark dichotomies, paradoxes, winners and losers that mark divisions and a binary way of looking at the world in the ways we have looked at the world in 2020 completely dismiss God’s work in it all. God created the oneness of all life, the interdependencies, the drive to be family and community, the call upon every creature to honor creation and all life.

We are children of the One who says, “ I am the beginning and the end, the first and the last….” The encompassing work of God’s love holds us pole to pole, year to year, through all beginnings and endings, all gains and losses. God holds all, even those things we try to use for purposes of self congratulation and adulation as if human accomplishment matters one whit. Power is illusive; it is only valuable when it benefits someone who has none. Voice is empty unless it champions the least among us. Empathy, sympathy, humility, authenticity, joy and love are the bridge that make life’s losses, life’s hurts, life’s grief even bearable.

The divisions of 2020 have become tiring and trite. Anybody can sling mud. Anybody can create chaos. Anybody can sow animus. Where are the champions of goodness? Who is leading us to green pastures? I am weary of the ugliness of 2020 both the politics and the way our country has responded to Covid. I remain confused that something as innocuous as public health could become a lightning rod of political tribalism. So much so that a third of a million Americans are dead.

I remember as a child being sad for the loss of the old year and a little anxious about the unknown of a new year. I remember asking Mother to embroider the number of the old year on my pillowcase, so I would not forget it. I don’t want to forget 2020. I think this has been a year when so many of our flaws as a nation have been exposed. It will remain to be seen if we would rather live the disruption stirred in 2020, or if we will rise up to meet our challenges with renewed vigor and hope. God’s promise is sitting right in front of us. There is so much work for the Spirit to do in our hearts. 2021 is ahead and waiting to be written. I pray the voices of hate and division will be quieted in the disarming wave of love we will bring through the power of the Holy Spirit. Let us love one another, for love is of God. From the losses, let us find the gain. From the hurt, let us find the healing. From the darkness, let us find the Light that has been born among us. Amen.

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Wanting. Waiting.

We say we want peace.
Yet we stockpile weapons,
Guns. bullets.
We build walls and harbor hate.
Suspicions and thirst for power rob peace.

We say we want joy.
Yet we resist forgiveness
Close our hearts
Wallow in self-pity
Hold onto old hurts.
We are full up with no room for joy.

We say we want hope.
Yet trust is hard to come by
Doubt and conspiracy are easy
Questions and truth complicate
We want easy and simple
Hope seems illusive when life gets hard.

We say we want love
Yet we are fearful and afraid
Isolation of the heart looms large
We are protective, locked in, closed up
Where will love enter if vulnerability is lost?

Four candles shine light on expectations.
Christ come. We wait for you. Only you can save us.

“O Come, O Come Emmanuel and ransom captive Israel, that mourns in lonely exile here until the Son of God appear. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel.”

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5 Days Out

As I checked out at the Food Lion today, a young Black woman checking out my order, said to me, “ I like your button.” I was wearing my “Women Vote” button. I have had 500 of them printed since 2018. Anytime anybody comments on it, I give them one… or 10. Some of my family hate it; I do it anyhow. The young woman said to me that her son questioned why she wanted to vote. Her child told her, “Only old people vote.” She told him that he was wrong; voting was especially important this year. I checked out with a hopefulness that felt good. We shared a hopeful moment that this election in 5 days could change the course and heal the harms of the last 4 years.

Genesis 1 tells the story of creation. God swept over the waters. God separated the light from the dark. God breathed creation into being and that includes us humans. Out of dust we are created because God breathed. Only once a year we remember that we are dust and to dust we shall return. How is such hubris born of dust? Oh, yes, the Garden. Blind obedience versus free will. Guess which one God gave us? And look at what we do with it.

The most important election of my lifetime is going on right now. There are 5 days until Election Day 2020. I have watched presidents since Dwight Eisenhower. Some have been better than others. Some have been orators. Some strategists. Some have had extra-marital affairs. Some have walked to Sunday School to teach a class. None of them have been as publicly vile and despicable as our current president, Donald Trump.

We saw him for years as a brash, conceited, corrupt, bully, businessman and television reality personality. Even in 2016 when he was running for office, his character was indecent and incendiary as he mocked people and called them petty, ugly names, just like a schoolyard bully would. Then he got elected. I prayed he would grow into the gravitas of the Office of the Presidency. He has not.

In the book of Esther, there is a verse that says we are called to times like this for purpose and for good. There are 5 days for us to stand up for good, for decency, and for a return to empathy and compassion. We all need to VOTE. And we need to vote for change and a deep breath of peace and quiet. We need to VOTE for Joe Biden and Kamala Harris and enough Democrats to change the Senate and hopefully break the logjam that has become our government. Perhaps over 4 years of relative calm, we will capture a new vision for this nation. Maybe hate can be tamped down and ugliness be put back in a box while we work on the real issues that plague us: Covid-19, health care, climate change, jobs, education, voting rights, racism, justice and inequity.

I know the dissing that will come with my posting this piece. The negative comments will be listed under my post or spoken behind my back. I also know that if this time passes without my speaking into this election situation, I will regret it forever. We have real problems that cannot be solved until our moral compass is reset. God change our hearts for good. Give us courage to do that which is honorable and right. Help us be not afraid to welcome and love one another. Lead us, Lord. Lead us into righteousness. May my will be your will. Amen.

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Finding 50 Righteous Men

“How great is the outcry against Sodom and Gomorrah and how very grave is their sin. I must go down and see whether they have done altogether according to the outcry that has come to me; and if not, I will know,” so saith the Lord to Abraham in Genesis 18. The outcry must have been great, 24/7 on cable channels and in daily newspapers around the world. Sodom and Gomorrah must have been very depraved.

Licentiousness, injustice, violence, evil-doers are thriving, yet Abraham pleads for them. “Suppose there are 50 righteous men within the city; will you then sweep away the place?” The Lord replies, “If I can find at Sodom 50 righteous men in the city, then I will forgive the whole place for their sake.” 50 righteous men; therein lies the conundrum.

A boy scout of a man runs for elective office; his text messages reveal an inner life hidden from the public persona we see. His opponent has gall; who knows what skeletons may inhabit his own past? A purportedly righteous man is president of a Christian college. Then, whoa! He gets caught with his pants down. Literally. Another man who, if we are honest, mocks, bullies, lies, sleeps around, pays porn stars off. And what do you know, he is the president. Complicity with what is obviously wrongdoing is a plague unto itself; and 214,000 plus people have met a swifter death than they needed to because there have not been 50 righteous men to impact outcomes. We wait for shoes to fall in a world of millipedes and the shoes drop by the dozens.

Sodom and Gomorrah fall. They might blame it on God, but it appears, the people of the city have such blindness to their sin, they collapse on their own hubris. The writer of Genesis says the people are so blind, they cannot find the way to the door that will let them out of the coming destruction. The account of the fallen city bears a message for us today. Are our eyes open enough to see what is going on; are our ears open enough to hear the message?

Righteousness is not the same as goodness; not the same as niceness. Righteousness means right relationship – with God, with our fellow humans, all with whom we share the planet, with all creation that includes the animals and the natural order. Can we be counted among the 50 who are righteous? Can we even ask ourselves, and give honest answers, without being defensive and self-protective. Will we find a way to confession and compassion? Or will we turn to pillars of salt and melt into the coming storms?  

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When Rancor Enters the House

My husband, Tom, writes editorials that appear in newspapers across the state. Recently he wrote two columns dealing with racial reckoning. I read them before they were published. I give thanks for the justice journey my husband is on. He is using his voice to speak truth into the racism that has permeated our nation since the 17th century.

Tom’s awakening, however, has been met in ugly ways that make their way into our house – through the mailbox and the inbox. I have read his mail. Not only is a lot of it sickening, it is saddening, grievously saddening. What are we coming to?

The responses he has gotten go far beyond healthy debate on issues. They are accusatory, demeaning, calling him a Marxist, calling him anti-American, accusing him of being a socialist. Usually people know us before they hate us. Pre-formed talking points amplify the hate-full echo chamber that surrounds so much that is going on today.

I can turn the radio off. I can turn television off. If I hear one more time….”you Democrats” or “you Republicans,” I will vomit. Party names have become slurs. There is no civility across the spectrum. But usually the ugliness is out there, not in here. It feels so dirty in the house.

So interesting to me that the pandemic has made me realize some things. First, how precious life is. Second, I can live a more sheltered, cloistered life and be perfectly fine with it. I have remembered prayer without ceasing and thanksgiving for all creation. I am happy with a small life. Then we open the mail.

One thing both Tom and I have decided. We will work for justice and equity. The naysayers, deniers, conspiracy theorists, and white supremacists will live with whatever consequences their words evoke. As for me and my house, we will love God and neighbor and speak truth with love. Bring it on, people. I will add your names to my growing prayer list. God save us all.

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September Silence: A time of prayer for the healing of the world.

September Silence: A Time of Prayer for the Healing of the World

O Lord, in your mercy, hear the prayers of our hearts. Your world groans and your people weep in the sickness, fear, and disruption that envelopes us. We need to come apart from the world in silence and prayer. We need silence as the season changes into a new flu season, more time indoors, and a political storm swirling around us that will not end even with an election. Have mercy on us, Lord. Teach us your ways in a time that feels in freefall. Catch us in your grace and love and heal us that we may find our way back to wholeness and You. Amen.

This invitation goes out to you, A Virtual Church, for a time of reflection and prayer as we live these stress filled days.  You are invited to find a favorite space, a chair outside in the chilly morning or a quiet spot inside. Light a candle, get your journal, your Bible, and art supplies if you would like to doodle your prayers. Set aside an hour for silent prayer and meditation. I am providing prompts for worship and prayer. God will find you wherever you are.

Morning Prayer

Early morning light breaks and day begins; You are still with us.  Praise for the morning. Praise for creation. May the praise and thanksgiving we offer you fill us with hope and assurance that all is well. In this time of silence, O Lord, hear our prayer. Amen

Read Psalm 66. What does it speak to you today?

Lord in your mercy, hear our prayer.


  • For the Church – its ministry and mission – its leadership, pastors and lay people – for the Bishops – for clarity in ways to be the church during this pandemic – for each of us to go deeper in the ways we love and serve God
  • For the State – For our governor and legislature and all who lead and make decisions on behalf of the people of North Carolina – for agencies of the state that are strained under the pressures of Covid – Health and Human Services and all who serve the people working with infrastructure and natural event problems
  • For the Nation – for our president and the congress that they will do justice, love mercy, and walk humbly on behalf of all the people of America – for judges and justices that their decisions will be thoughtful and fair – for all who serve in positions of power, that they may see themselves as public servants and serve to benefit the many and not only the few.
  • For students, teachers, principals, administrators of schools from pre-school to graduate school.
  • For the Media – for all who seek truth and transparency. Let fairness prevail. Let the rhetoric subside all around. Let our media remember lessons of kindness and truth telling.
  • For Health Care Workers and First Responders – prayers of strength and health for all who serve on front lines – Covid caregivers, fire fighters, EMC and Rescue workers
  • For all Essential Workers – Mail deliverers, grocery store workers, Amazon delivery people, Fed Ex, UPS, Pizza and other food delivery workers, for all the low wage workers in the stores that remain open
  • For all who suffer – for those with Covid 19, for families who worry and fear for their loved ones whom they cannot even visit – for all who have lost jobs and incomes –
  • For peace in our communities – for reckoning with racism in our country and state – for healing and forgiveness for all who have faced racism and hatred – a prayer for police and all who are in harm’s way today –
  • Add your intercession here:

In your great mercy, Almighty God, we offer our prayers, our hearts, and our time today to rest in you and find renewal. Give us guidance and boldness to find new life even in our weariness. Strengthen us through the power of your Holy Spirit that our hope will indeed be renewed. Lead us to still waters, to deeper faith, to good decisions, to greater charity, to lasting equity, and righteousness that comes from you. Thank you for the gift of life and breath this day.  Amen.  

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“Let love be genuine. Hate what is evil, hold fast to what is good; love one another with mutual affection; outdo one another in showing honor. Do not lag in zeal, be ardent in spirit, serve the Lord. Rejoice in hope, be patient in suffering, persevere in prayer. Contribute to the needs of the saints; extend hospitality to strangers.”

                                                                                                Romans 12: 9 – 21

Great heaviness of heart is hard to escape some days. Edginess in conversations; great differences in interpretation of events around me feel unsettling and disturbing. Sometimes it feels that there are two realities. I remember when first studying post-modern culture that one of the characteristics of the new era would be that truth was no longer absolute. I wondered what that meant at the time; now we are living it in real time.

When I read the Romans text, which was the lectionary text for last week, it struck me that I need a little more of this kind of being in the world and a little less of all that is weighing me down. I am not helpless and I have nothing to fear. I am called to seek justice, love kindness and walk humbly with God. I am generally not a confrontational person. I don’t like conflict and will back down in great mea culpa most of the time. I don’t feel like doing that now.

Last night we hosted five college students, our granddaughter and four of her Tar Heel Voices friends. It was a glorious, uplifting night. Spaghetti and song go a long way to bring joy into a room. The UNC students talked about their school year and their hopes for moving forward. They talked about life and the way of the world. They recognize that they will be responsible for carrying forth a mantle of truth, goodness and joy into the world. It was a most restorative evening for Tom and me.

I am tired of being sick and tired of the way some things are being lived out and spoken into. I am tired of tirades by the left and the right on the radio and television. I hope for a steady middle ground on which to stand. I also have realized even more that I need time for quiet reflection and prayer. Prayer. Prayer. And more prayer. It’s the only way I can find peace in the storm.

Paul gives such good instruction for living in turmoil. This. This way of being in the world seems so simple, yet it calls for much intention to live in truth and authenticity, joy and mutual affection. From Rush to Rachel to Romans there is such difference. But I choose Romans as a way to return to civility and abundant life. When we lose civility in our daily discourse, does civilization even stand a chance? When truth is malleable, when dismissal of science and research and contortion of facts become normalized, could we be headed into another Dark Age?

My prayer going home last week was born out of the heavy heart seeking renewal. I share it with you in all its rawness:

O God, a heavy heart will not raise the world. A fearful heart will back away in silence and reticence. Quiet sometimes is not restorative; it is only escape. O God, renew my faith that all things work together for good, and that your power is still all encompassing. Renew my hope in a world filled with hopelessness, ugly rhetoric, division, and degradation of the values that have made of us a great people. Create a new heart in me, one that knows your peace and graciousness. Fill me so full of You that it pours out of me in every word and every gesture. Let me be gentle in the world, slow, thoughtful, fearless. Faith and hope that we as Americans can indeed build a more perfect union, faith and hope that we can live the Kingdom of God on earth as it is in heaven are my prayer. Only You can save us from the out of control ego and the anger born of un-knowing. Be present in powerful ways and unexpected turns. Lead me, Lord; lead me in your righteousness. Amen.


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