Creative Meaning Maker
National Park Service photo As we drove up to our place on Lake Superior, we were greeted by a large raven who had taken dominion over the doorway. He had found something to eat, and wasn’t yielding the ground without coaxing. Tenacious old bird. And then, this morning, I read these amazing words of Jesus, “fear… Continue reading Ravens
I do not find it surprising that Mary was a compassionate friend. Neither is it astounding that Mary would believe her son could help her friends. "Do whatever he tells you" sounds a lot like an outwardly directed version of "Let it be to me according to your word." But there is more. The problem… Continue reading What Mary Modeled
Many years ago I entered into a memorable silent retreat. During this time I was a busy college professor, loving my students, loving my church. But early on in the retreat I found my mind defaulting to two other people in my life: my husband and toddler son. "Well, Lord, I love them, too. But… Continue reading Gritty Love
I've had the house to myself the last ten days. I get up and go to bed on my own schedule. I am free to read for hours, and break for food when my body tells me it's time to eat. I could walk for hours if it wasn't so beastly hot, and I can… Continue reading Hidden Freedom (Part 1)
Today I had two encounters about speaking the truth in love. In both conversations the parties were wrestling with the burden of carrying wisdom that others were not yet ready to hear. What is the good of wisdom if it is not immediately transferable? We read Jesus’ brief parable: “Therefore every scribe who has been trained for the kingdom of… Continue reading The Wisdom of a Scribe
I've had an uninvited visitor in my home for the past several days. She isn't visible to anyone but God and me. Her visit began with a rather unwelcome, but much needed, departure. Nearly two weeks ago my husband dropped everything to be with his ailing mother across the country. My son is here, but… Continue reading Uninvited Solitude
Carla Waterman 