The Trace of a Smile

Not everyone in the celestial kingdom knew what was about to happen.  The angels sensed that something stirred on Terra Ferma.  Something old and worn, but new and perplexing.  They discussed what it could mean.  ‘The mist on the hill is too dense, I can’t see what’s happening,’ one murmured.   ‘I see uniformed men, yes,…

Of Skiffs & Galleons

Not all prayer requests carry the same weight.  There are everyday prayers, call them skiffs , and then there are rarely seen ones, like Spanish galleons that cross the oceans. The skiffs carry coal into the harbor almost daily.  The galleons remain out of sight, yet when they do come, appear low in the water,…

The Deeper Root–How God uses Silence

In the winter of 2005 we were living in New York, in a house with good bones, but poor insulation. It was bitter cold in the attic that night. I knelt before a candle, under a blanket, and prayed against an urgency which pressed like gusts of wind against my contemplative desires. I agonized for…