I am 59, with a few things I am proud of doing, and good work still to do, I hope. What would I do if I had the gift of 123 years? What would you?

I am 59, with a few things I am proud of doing, and good work still to do, I hope. What would I do if I had the gift of 123 years? What would you?

Thank you, O God, for your steadfast love that never leaves us. In grief, anxiety, and shock, help us to find our steady center in you.

Jesus asked the religious leaders whether a particular authority came from heaven or from humanity. It’s the first question to ask when we aren’t sure what’s right.

I give thanks for the way God comes through no matter what in the world is happening, keeping hold of me day and night, my help in all things and all times.

Imagine the woman giving her alabaster jar one last polish before she takes a deep breath, moves toward Jesus, and breaks things open.

Today, or last week, or right this minute, someone – some dreamer – is casting a vision that may trouble you or trouble me because it threatens some value we hold.

Could a mustard seed actually grow into a tree? Of all Jesus’ parables, this one does not seem so hard. The tree has room for all the birds in the nest.

The story doesn’t start at the burning bush. It starts with a God-given impulse to go farther than we might tend to go, to open ourselves up to go where God might be.

I am like my loaves of bread. The things I incorporate, the spiritual influences and personal contacts and media sources, have the power to leaven me, to transform me.