Today is Pentecost. Unlike Christmas and Easter, however, you’ll find no displays in Target. No chocolate filled flames, no marshmallow tongues of fire or Pentecost-Red bead necklaces.

Today is Pentecost. Unlike Christmas and Easter, however, you’ll find no displays in Target. No chocolate filled flames, no marshmallow tongues of fire or Pentecost-Red bead necklaces.
It was my back pain that got me in the yoga studio, but it is the Psalmist who keeps me coming back. “Be still and know that I am God,” he writes.
The scope of our experiences create the lens through which we view and interpret the world, and in that vein, travel, whether it is across the world or across town, can be an indispensable shaper of our worldview.
Ash Wednesday offers to us a lifetime of days and to receive this gift, we only need to look at the birds, to be like them in their nesting and in their singing.
Thin places have become my resolution this year. I want to see them. I want to be a part of them. I want to be expecting them like Simeon and Anna sitting on the temple steps, never giving up hope that the incarnation of God’s Spirit would yet come.
The shirtless man doing taekwondo, the child staring blankly across the table at dad’s empty chair, both parents celebrating a baby’s first Christmas and the couple who cannot get pregnant, and Melissa moving earnestly from one person to the next. These are the new characters of Christmas.