Joshua speaks these words at the end of his life as Israel stands on the threshold of a future they cannot yet see.
Today is a day of holy becoming. Nearly sixty young people stand before God and this congregation to confirm the vows spoken at their baptism—claiming for themselves a faith that has claimed them from the beginning.
My husband and I have become collectors of pottery over the years—bowls, mugs, pitchers, chalices, and patens.
My first pastoral appointment out of seminary was a tiny church tucked deep in the Catskill Mountains of New York.
I live with an artist. Which means I also live with canvases in various stages of becoming—brushstrokes that look like riddles, sketches taped to walls, color palettes smudged on every available surface.