The Voice of Elizabeth

Elizabeth became my voice when all/My praise was silence* This week I've come to a conclusion: we are way too judgmental of Zechariah. It's one of those stories I feel like I've known forever, the kind that only fifteen years of Sunday School can normalize. There's a man. He doesn't have enough faith, so he …

There’s A Way; There’s A Voice

Darkness and snow descend; The clock on the mantlepiece Has nothing to recommend Nor does the face in the glass Appear any nobler than our own With these words, WH Auden opens his poem, "For the Time Being: A Christmas Oratorio." They are striking words, in part because they are unexpected; in part because they …

For the Time Being

Beacon: a light or other visible object serving as a signal, warning, or guide at sea. The bowl sits in the middle of the room like a beacon. But it has no light. Not yet. Ringed around it, the members of my church seem small. I seem small, though the candle I hold is smaller …