Rev. Brenda Brooks-Alexander

The birds do not search endlessly for where they belong.

Jesus draws our attention to sparrows—small, easily overlooked, assigned little value by the world.

Peter does not just contrast what fades with what lasts—he personalizes it.
“That word… was announced to you.”

Isaiah steadies me. It always has. Before preaching, this is where I would return—because it tells the truth about what lasts.

Honestly… I think I need a gardener.

Nothing beats the setting sun over the ocean for me.

There is something about getting things in order that brings a sense of peace.

It’s funny how much we love clothing.

I don’t drink coffee.
I love cruises. I love being on the water. There’s something about it—the movement, the openness, the sense of being carried somewhere beyond yourself.But I love the smell of it. I love the process—the brewing, the waiting, the sound of it coming together.

I don’t drink coffee.

But I love the smell of it. I love the process—the brewing, the waiting, the sound of it coming together.