All our wounds, the places we have hurt others and the places that we have been hurt, can be found there in the wounds in his hands and feet.
Lord, hear our prayer, for the wounds that cannot be bound up, for the losses that cannot be fathomed, and for those who fear being forgotten.
Your gifts and abilities matter, your contribution to the common good is uniquely yours.
As we prepare for Palm Sunday and Easter we are reminded of the courage and love of Christ.
I wonder sometimes if we aren’t all a little bit like my son when it comes to our ability to pay attention and notice God’s work around us and within us. How often are we paying attention?
Spending time with those who have recently lost a loved one, suddenly or slowly is to find yourself in the presence of God.