The question comes As I knew it would Quiet as a whisper Through early morning sounds Of cricket chirps and bird canticles Over a steaming mug of my favorite Guatemalan coffee “Is your spirit quiet this morning?” For a moment I wait Not ready to answer Not ready to commit To something that … Continue reading This Day My Spirit is Green
Then David slept with his ancestors and was buried in the city of David. These are the words that begin the next chapter of the saga of King David and the words are loaded with meaning and hints of intrigue. These are words of transition that bridge the details of the end of David’s reign … Continue reading I Ask For Wisdom
This summer, as the Old Testament Lectionary readings have taken us through the saga of his life, we reach a turning point for King David, when the Prophet Nathan was sent by God to confront David about his sin. Nathan told a story to David about a poor man who had an ewe lamb. The … Continue reading Deal Gently
Do you remember the first time that you felt guilty? I do. Very clearly, I remember. It was one of those things that happen in childhood—an act that I would have forgotten long ago, except that I felt so guilty. It was the guilt I felt afterwards. I was in the first grade and my … Continue reading Making Room for Grace
That day was a Psalm 42 kind of day. It was as hot and as humid as a North Carolina summer day could be and I had a yearning to be cool and comfortable. I had a longing to walk through the woods, on my grandfather’s farm, where the shade of the trees would … Continue reading Deep Calls to Deep
This summer, the stories of David are part of the Old Testament lectionary readings and for the past two weeks, the stories of David and the Ark of the Covenant have been central to my preaching. Two of the David stories found in 2 Samuel are stories that remind us that in addition to being … Continue reading The Stronghold of Our Lives
This morning, This soft, summer morning While the sun is still trying to convince The world That the day commenced Hours ago, I find myself waking In gratitude. Sometime During the rest of the night During the darkest hours before dawn There came waves of healing Washing over me Even as I was unaware. … Continue reading Morning Gratitude
Early Monday morning about 7:00, I joined about 40 other people who left Charleston bound for Staunton, VA. It was already humid and sticky and I knew that later on the sun would be hot and maybe unbearable for a time, but I was determined to be a part of this group—WV Interfaith and … Continue reading Words Pouring Through Me
I have heard The words “Welcome home!” Over and over again This week. I smile And say thank you And know that I am Loved And cherished That I have been missed And that now that I am back At least for everyone else Life can return to normal But honestly The … Continue reading Among the Lilies
This morning—Monday morning–early, I climbed up the front steps and walked across the porch of the Upshur Parish House. I wasn’t certain how I felt or what to expect on this first morning back as Director of Upshur Parish House and Crosslines. Earlier this spring, I left Buckhannon for a three-month renewal leave. After 29 … Continue reading Reflections on Returning
prayers of my heart, a collection of articles and writings by C. Alicia Randolph 