Let Me Be Broken With You

My eyes were stinging from crying. My body was shaking as I tried to contain the sobs that were jumping out of my throat. Desperate and sad, I longed for someone to tell me it was going to be okay. But the sheet wrapped around my head was muffling the cries. Someone please hear me.  […]

Our Bending-Low Jesus

My mother has been gone for just over three years now. Her physical departure was a time of both grief and relief, for I had been losing her, bit by bit, over the previous decade. My father’s death in 2005, followed by my youngest brother’s sudden death four years after my dad’s, left my small […]

Abba-Amma. Beloved

  When I first started practicing Centering Prayer in earnest, focusing on a sacred word to bring my thoughts back to the Presence of God, I daily focused on the word beloved. I was struggling to see anything good in myself. Borrowing from the teachings of Brennan Manning, I imagined crawling up in the lap […]

A Poem for Little Black Girls

By Rachel Meier  A note from Rachel’s mother: My daughter is Congolese-Canadian. She is 12 1/2 years old and has been deeply affected by recent events in the United States. She was frustrated that we couldn’t attend the protest in Vancouver last night, but we watched the news footage of it and other protests around […]

Pave the Way, Freedom Fighters

Dear Freedom Fighters, The ones who are out on the streets and the ones who are demanding justice and accountability. We see you. We see your grief, your anguish, your outrage, your fear. We see you show up in spite of it and because of it. We hear you say their names and refuse to […]