Your unknown intervention
Birthdays, anniversaries—arrive. You pause, as though at a stream, and watch memories flow by, roll over rocks, trickle over stones. You step in the shallows, c...
Birthdays, anniversaries—arrive. You pause, as though at a stream, and watch memories flow by, roll over rocks, trickle over stones. You step in the shallows, c...
When a blog reaches 1000 posts, it’s time to take stock. Grow Mercy was, is, an experiment. In a way it began through the power of a sentence, in the context of...
It is hard to believe God lives outside the house of earth,beyond the lawn of stars, and the fenced-yard universe, out in the timeless cold, his raw breath, his...
This prayer returned today. It’s from Wendell Berry’s collection of Sabbath poems, from the book “Given.” Teach me work that honours Thy work,the true eco...