A Sermon For Good Friday.

What do we say on a day like this? Today is Good Friday. Today is the day that Jesus dies. Today is a reminder that—even though we know Jesus promises that Death will not have the last word-death still has a word. Death still has a word. And what is Death’s word, on a day… Continue reading A Sermon For Good Friday.

I hold my grief’s small, hot hand.

I sit with my grief. I mother it. I hold its small, hot hand. I don’t say, shhh. I don’t say, it is okay. I wait until it is done having feelings. Then we stand and we go wash the dishes. We crack open bedroom doors, step over the creaks, and kiss the children. We are sore… Continue reading I hold my grief’s small, hot hand.