God of the Living
November 23, 2022
Scripture text Luke 20;27-40
It’s a quirky time of the year. Creation itself seems to be preparing for the death that winter weather brings. For myself, I lost some people who were important in my life at this time of year: my favorite aunt, my mother-in-law and my dad. I find myself every year before celebrating Thanksgiving with an ever-changing table thinking of life anew under the cross and outside the empty tomb of Jesus.
This is always a contemplative time for me, a thin place in the turning of the year where a door opens between worlds that often seem terribly far apart. In these...