prayers of my heart, a collection of articles and writings by C. Alicia Randolph

It is an Advent night, cold and dark and quiet, with an edge of longing darting through my reflections.  International news has caught my attention again and my heart is breaking as I remember and pray.  Earlier today, more violence erupted in our world.  It is a daily occurrence, a moment by moment occurrence, far … Continue reading Advent Longings:  Pondering Strasbourg

  It began as a prayer, from deep in the heart of a great poet.  Out of his contemplation of Haggai 2:7, the words first began to take root: and I will shake all the nations, so that the treasure of all nations shall come, and I will fill this house with splendor, says the Lord of … Continue reading Advent Longings

I wasn’t ready Not this morning This 16th day of November When yesterday the sounds  Of waning autumn Of crunching leaves Of scampering squirrels Of newly lit roaring fires Echoed through the passing moments   And neither was I ready This late afternoon As blowing winds  Herded gathering shadows Into the blanket of darkness   … Continue reading Waiting For the Season of Snow and Ice

Do you know the fourth stanza of our National Anthem? Long ago, when I began college, I was a part of the Concert Choir at Pfeiffer College.  We were a choir of about 30+ students, some of us music majors, but many of us not.  We sang many, many places during the four years I … Continue reading A Widow, A Soldier, and A Song

Very clearly, I remember my first Philosophy class, taken my senior year in college.  I loved it!  If I had taken that class in my freshman year I would have changed my major!  I would have been a thinker, a philosopher or as Dictionary.com puts it, “a person who offers views or theories on profound … Continue reading Lost in Wonder

    Without warning With no indication And no sign to suggest That my heart was about to brim The saltwater tears formed Blurring my vision Already clouded by the fog and rain   These tiny drops took their time At first And then showered down my face Without warning With no indication And no … Continue reading In the Face of Death

  Every year, when World Communion comes around on the first Sunday in October, I think of her—the child I saw in the streets of what was previously known as Bombay, India.  It was long ago, but I have never completely forgotten her and each World Communion Sunday I bring her with me to the … Continue reading Redemption at the Table: A Meditation for World Communion Sunday