Not the Final Supper

Lord teach me to live well in light of deathIn the shadows, rather, of its realityTo build theology around this dark scaffolding. As reminders of death abound.As I ruminate on the recent death of my mother,As I witness the ever-nearing death of my dog,As I receive the daily rhythms,Submitting to rest,Submitting to sickness,Submitting to theContinue reading “Not the Final Supper”

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