Second Sunday in Lent, March 16, 2025 Genesis 15: 1-12, 17-18; Luke 13:31-35 Stuart Higginbotham A Question of Covenants “Look toward heaven and count the stars, if you are able to count them.” Then he said to him, “So shall your descendants be”. . . .  As the sun was going down, a deep sleep... Continue Reading →

This morning, the sparrows I don’t dare tell the sparrows they are saving my soul. That is far too much for these small creatures to bear, and they must remain light to dance on the wind. But it is the truth. Some speak to me of being saved and such words are ankle-deep in the... Continue Reading →

The Call to Truly See This is the second in an ongoing series of reflections on spiritual imagination My dear friend and colleague Meg McPeek told me about an incredible app called SkyView. I downloaded it, and I look at it–or through it–every day now. The app shows me where all the stars and planets... Continue Reading →

Illumination But of the light we cannot speak fully, but we must try to open our mouths and wait for some word to fall short– yet even that reach is rooted in You. I once saw my grandmother held by the sunlight, standing between two sheets while hanging clothes on a warm morning– an illumination,... Continue Reading →

Radiance The clouds part just long enough for sunlight to pour down and coat the surface of the water, golden light on the face of the deep. Beneath the dark fold of life the light softly sings with the only voice it has. Stuart I took this photo last year while on a walk around... Continue Reading →

Stuart Higginbotham Fifth Sunday after the Epiphany February 9, 2025 The promise and pitfalls of belonging Then one of the seraphs flew to me, holding a live coal that had been taken from the altar with a pair of tongs. The seraph touched my mouth with it and said: "Now that this has touched your... Continue Reading →

Remembrances I Yes, we fear, because we are human. We know the valley of the shadow of death. We also yearn for the sunrise, for birdsong at dawn that beckons our soul to sing. Many days, I can only listen for the birds, but that is enough. That is enough for now.  II When I... Continue Reading →

Resurrection I speak to the earth: When the time comes, welcome my bones, cradled in your dark hands. They return full of memory with trust that you will weave them into countless bodies that will dance across your face. I speak to the fire: When the time comes, welcome the spark from my eye, my... Continue Reading →

Third Sunday after the Epiphany, January 26, 2025 Stuart Higginbotham A time to build our spiritual muscles I have thought a lot these days about a story my grandfather told me as a child growing up in Arkansas near the Mississippi River. He told about how when he was younger, some cousins and friends realized... Continue Reading →

The Secret of the Minotaur Stardust on pale skin, soaked to the bone, through dark passages we arrive at a place of truth. I can never forget the one who sharpened your horns put them there in the first place, withholding the sacrifice and cursing your tired head forever to restless nights alone in the... Continue Reading →