One day this past week, I was sitting at my desk sending an email, when my phone rang. The number that popped up was local and vaguely familiar, so I answered Hello, this is Lindsey, I said, noticing that I always sound a bit too cheerful when I answer, and wondering if it creates unrealistic … Continue reading Proclaiming the name of the dead →

Thus far, there has only been one Lenten season I did not start with ashes. The blizzard and sub-zero temperatures were our excuse for not swinging by the church, and when the priest arrived at our family gathering, he had forgotten his ashes back at the rectory. Like us, he was bereft. He was (is) … Continue reading The urgent fragility of ashes →

I don't like Howard Thurman's "The Work of Christmas". You know the poem. When the song of the angels is stilled/When the star in the sky is gone/When the kings and princes are home/When the shepherds are back with their flock/The work of Christmas begins... It is my least favorite Christmas poem, because it calls … Continue reading The work of Inauguration we haven’t started →