I’m reading a remarkable little book, Images or Shadows of Divine Things, by Jonathan Edwards (1703-1758). It was edited by the noted Harvard historian Perry Miller, and was one of Miller’s earlier books (Yale University
Eight weeks after returning from my maternity leave, I hit my lowest low. I found myself sitting in the empty tub, fully-dressed, sobbing that I just couldn’t balance all my new responsibilities on my own.
Seedbed is sowing for a great awakening. This means we are attempting something that apart from Jesus cannot be accomplished. I often rehearse his words to us from the fifteenth chapter of the Gospel of
Opening Prayer O Lord God, remind us of your big-ness. Your word echoes forth over the stormiest waters, and all becomes calm. Your voice resounds, and thunder is stilled. There are storms in our hearts,
