Russellings of the Spirit

grief

  • The God Who Gets It

    By now, my response cycle has become a well-practiced routine. I hear news reports of a mass shooting. I shake my head and sigh, “Not again.” I await the slow trickle of further details, incrementally ratcheting up my shock and outrage as… Continue reading

  • One Funeral Too Many

    Jesus began to weep. (John 11:35, NRSV) Here lately I have been going to entirely too many funerals. OK, I suppose you could say this is just par for the course for people in that “certain” age bracket to which… Continue reading

  • The Empty Chair

    It is hard to miss… sitting there over on the left side of the family dining table. The empty chair. A silent witness to a place that will never again be filled… a testimony to the part of our story… Continue reading

  • I just can’t.

    Four. That is the number of times I have sat in front of my laptop today, fingers poised, intending to write. I had a few other ideas percolating for my next blog post. But in light of the horrible shootings… Continue reading

  • Beloved

    It happened again. Sunday morning… there we all were; about 10 minutes before the worship service was scheduled to begin. I walked in, set my stuff down, and made my way back down the brown-carpeted center aisle – exchanging pleasantries… Continue reading