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A Prayer on Earth Day

Yours ---we gladly attest---is the kingdom, the power,
and the glory.

Yours---we gladly assert---are the heavens and the earth.

It is you who made all that is,
sun, moon, stars,
rivers, forests, fish---
and us.
We say, "in your image."

Yours the kingdom and the power and the glory---and then us.

You do not will us to be powerless either,
so you endow us with power to work

Good News

The ubiquitous blogger J.R. Woodward is the architect for an intriguing blog experience over the 50 days of Easter. Each day, a different voice will join in. Here is J.R.' s introduction:

In this blog series each of the contributors (authors, bloggers, professors and practitioners) will be summarizing their understanding of the Good News in 300 to 500 words. Each author is writing their entry as if they were invited by their city newspaper to write an article on the Good News...

Today was my day to

Make the World Beautiful: Josh Garrels

Art matters. Beauty matters. As image bearers of our Creator, we have been handed the mad joy of joining God's work in making the world beautiful. To that end, I'm going to offer posts here and there contributing to the conversation, whenever the moment seems right, whenever I have something to say or an artist to share.

To start us off:

words: I couldn't agree more with this guy

music: If you haven't heard Josh Garrels, now is the time. One (1) of my beefs with Christian music (as with much "Chris

The Echo Within: Robert Benson

A writer ought to offer something worth saying as well as something worth hearing. Some authors have a thing or two to tell me, but frankly, after a few pages, I don’t care to hear it. I’ve come to believe that truth without beauty … well, isn’t truth. I reveal my bias here, but writing is a sacred calling (just as is photography and carpentry and mothering and leading a parish); and I don’t understand “writers” who don’t seem to give a rat’s ass about the actual craft of writing. And it’s no be

Little Bo...

We've been talking at our house about how Easter is a season, not a day. Fifty days to revel in fresh hope, fresh life, new beginnings.

Yesterday, at the Cville Market, we happened upon a large bin of 1/2 price Easter candy, the crate overflowing with boxes of pink and yellow Peeps (one of Miska's and the boy's favorites).

Overcome by the joy and the possibility, Wyatt exclaimed: "Look! Peeps for 50 days!" That's the spirit.[image error]

Maundy Thursday

We have turned toward Easter. We have been amid this week of holy things, whether we've noticed or not. (And it has been strange for me this Holy Week, good because we've done about the holiest thing I know - the Collier clan has been laughing and eating and reading and digging in the sand and soaking in the sun, together. Strange, however, because we have not been with our Christian community during this most sacred of times.) In this final stretch, the stretch between Maundy Thursday and Resur

Belonging

//breakfast conversation with Seth (5)//

Seth: What day is it - am I going to school today?

Miska: Yes, it's Tuesday.

Seth (smile breaking across his face): Tuesday?! Today is sharing day!

Me: What are you supposed to bring to share?

Seth: Something that begins with the letter "D"

Me (grinning): Well...you could bring..."D"addy.

Seth: No, you wouldn't fit in my cubby.



Seth's right, you know. I wouldn't fit in his cubby.

However, there's lots of places I do fit, places that are my places. I fit at that br

forthesweetloveofgod

Miska's new blog design has gone live. Yes, I'm her biggest fan. Yes, I will chatter on about Miska a lot - and often mention her blog and her soul and her wisdom and her mad cooking skills (if you haven't had the infamous chocolate chip cookies or the banana blueberry muffins, you really need to drop by and ask for some) and her rich heart an d her wild prayers and the plain ol' fact that God was most kind in giving me Miska as a soulmate.

I imagine God on Miska's and my wedding day, grinning at

Morning Surprise

Two "doesn't get any better" moments in a row. Truly, it doesn't...

This morning, Seth said he wanted to run with me. He has the day off preschool, and so we had some daddy/Seth time planned. Most days, that means a trip to the coffee shop, Mudhouse usually (btw, Seth recently declared that he does not like Starbucks. He likes Mudhouse. Score one more for the local, independent against The Man*).

However, Seth surprised me with the announcement that he wanted to join me on my run. I'm no madcap ru

Bedtime Surprise

Wyatt, our first grader, has made the turn and dived headlong into reading. Most nights, we let him and Seth grab a book or two - and a flashlight - to take to bed. Tonight, I was pretty surprised when Wyatt pulled Holy Curiosity off the shelf. While walking back to his room, book in hand, Wyatt said, "Daddy, I like reading your books."

A few minutes ago, I overheard Wyatt reading the dedication, out loud: To Wyatt and Seth...I pray you always have the courage to ask true questions; and I pray yo