For 2020: "A Year of Seeing" A Collection of Poetry and Art that Nurtures a Deeper Awareness of the Spirit's Transforming Presence
Traveling Companions Today, while on a walk I saw grief and imagination ahead of me, at a steady pace, holding hands. I never knew they had even met but obviously they had with the stories they were telling each other. As I approached, they invited me to walk with them as we made another... Continue Reading →
A Litany of Embodied Solitude A Poem with the Prayers of Holy Week Stuart Higginbotham How do we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land? By opening our hearts before we open our mouths and giving thanks for God’s pervasive presence in glimpses of truth, that we are being held. Let the same... Continue Reading →
Nine Lessons I am Learning on this Thursday Stuart Higginbotham We will resist important lessons with every ounce of our being if they make us feel like we are losing power. Remember every time you fought to get your child to clean their room. What if the trashed room made them feel more powerful? Now... Continue Reading →
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dLrzaesbvjc The prophets of these days Perhaps you are the prophets of these days-- and why not?-- women and men calling us to remember the command to love our neighbor. Do no harm. Teach our children. Love your neighbor as yourself. We are being shaken out of our stupor. Perhaps in your dedication we... Continue Reading →
The Rev. Dr. Stuart Higginbotham Morning Prayer Reflection March 22, 2020 All About Vision Today’s appointed texts are all about vision: who can see, who cannot see, who is healed of sight, who can’t believe that sight has been gained. They are deeply human stories on one hand, and they are stories of the... Continue Reading →
We have but taken the first steps Last night I couldn’t sleep because I realized we have but taken the first steps. The first. Many more will follow. The impulse is always to grasp, to understand --now-- to get a handle on the significance of this surreal experience. All of it. While my mind... Continue Reading →
Deep Lent We had gotten so accustomed to setting out our usual things: the purple vestments with the wooden candlesticks, pebbles in the font, sticks and vines on the chancel. Then Deep Lent began and we found ourselves taken to a place we had not chosen for ourselves. We looked around with confusion, ... Continue Reading →
Fresh ink Oh to be alive now and keep my eyes open-- and my beating heart-- to what is being written like marks on a scroll, unfurled all around us, with words and images in bold, fresh ink that try to describe what we are sharing in these days, struggling to keep up with... Continue Reading →
Something has shifted Something has shifted, slipped suddenly into a new position, a new angle within my soul and the soul of all of us-- maybe we’re beginning to remember that this is real? Something has shifted as I walked today with my wife and we looked ahead of us and we... Continue Reading →
