Women of Hope

I am part of a clergy-sister prayer group. There are four of us in the group. We started about a year ago. Then we lived close together and could meet in our homes once a month, conference-calling each other on the weeks we did not meet face-to-face. But now, being the United Methodist clergy that […]

Dorothy and Temma Days

Painting “Dorothy Day (after Richard Alvedon)” by Tim Lowly Dorothy Day has appeared on people’s radar after Pope Francis spoke of her in his address to the U.S. Congress on his visit in September. I’m glad. Dorothy has been my heroine and mentor for many years. My daughter Temma bears her family name “Day” as […]

Pentecost

I am reading this book by Sharon Betcher, slowly, since she is confronting me with my own entanglement in the religious and economic systems of capitalism, prosperity-Gospel, and the need for healing to be made normal. She writes: Perfect love casts out fear. “If perfect love casts out fear, including the fear that we hide […]

Christmas Silence

I’ve been silent here for awhile. I’ve been working on Advent sermons and special services for Christmas. But now things have become silent, a pause has descended. Today I’ve returned to my book project, writing my daughter Temma’s story. I’m sitting next to her on the couch, in silence except for the occasional airplane passing […]

“Where Does the Spirit of God Hover?”

The cover of Sonali Deraniyagala’s book “Wave” is black with the simple title printed in the center a turquoise color fading to white on the “v” and “e” letters. The cover image reminds me of a Tim Lowly painting, titled “Face of the Deep.” The painting is of a young Temma Lowly sleeping and two […]

This Body

  “Do you believe some essence of your Dad can see you?” I asked this question of Tim when we were relaxing out of the rain in an Argo Tea shop downtown Chicago. Thinking of my own Dad, death, and after-life, my question came out of these thoughts. “And what is meant by the phrase […]

He Is Risen

My Dad died this morning at 11:30 a.m. My Mom was at his side. He lived a long life, he just turned 89 years old but the last few years he was not healthy and dementia was eroding his mind. Tim and I arrived at the facility where they live just 10 minutes after he […]