For 2020: "A Year of Seeing" A Collection of Poetry and Art that Nurtures a Deeper Awareness of the Spirit's Transforming Presence
The Transfiguration A Mirror of the Soul The Rev. Dr. Stuart Higginbotham And Jesus took with him Peter and James and his brother John and led them up a high mountain by themselves. From the outset, the story grips us, and we know something significant is going on. If we’re paying attention, our hearts... Continue Reading →
Mepkin Abbey On the Feast of St. Agatha I finished my boiled egg and toast and slipped out the refectory door for Communion, walking purposefully slow to give my eyes a chance to fall where they would fall, on the ancient oaks and Spanish moss draped like memories over every available branch. At... Continue Reading →
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it. ― Rumi Given the anxious and confusing times we find ourselves in, how can we, as people of faith, engage on the level of our hearts? How can we foster... Continue Reading →
To compost is to pray To compost is to pray, a coming-together of things: To see, to understand where things return is to see, to understand, where things come from. The earthy wisdom in the awareness of the connection of all things can transform our hearts--and thus the world. SH 1/20/2020
That holy void If I can so empty myself of myself-- that smallness constructed around my fears of never being understood of never being enough of never being-- if I can so empty myself of that self perhaps when others encounter--me?-- they will meet not that edifice, that construction, against which they may clash,... Continue Reading →
At the Right Angle: A Photo Essay on Light and Refraction Stuart Higginbotham “Dad, go out the front door and look to your left.” Evelyn and Lisa had not been in the car for two minutes, heading to school, when they called on the phone. At first I thought Evelyn had forgotten her shoes again. ... Continue Reading →
On Joy (or to the heart of all things) When I was a child, I once saw my grandmother laugh so hard that she threw her head back as she clapped her hands together. I have never been the same. Joy can smooth the furrowed eyebrows of A burdened heart so that, even with just... Continue Reading →
The Feast of the Baptism, Year A. 2020 When Lisa and I moved to Georgia from Arkansas for graduate school, we didn’t know anyone. We joined Central Presbyterian Church downtown, and we began preparing for Lisa’s own baptism. I am her godfather! On the day of Lisa’s baptism, we sat down front and I... Continue Reading →
I lived a word today I read a word today I had never seen before, tucked away in a Mary Oliver piece: bumptious “Adjective: self-assertive to an irritating degree” I looked it up to see how to use it properly or improperly-- however I want. I heard a word today I had... Continue Reading →
