The Fast of Justice

In the beginning was the Word... In the beginning, God said let there be…What does it mean to create?

Wisdom for the Way, DevotionalAndrea LingleNovember 29, 2022Incarnational Study, Advent Incarnate, Community as Creation, Theme XLIV, creativity, creationComment

Remembering to Show Up

The Feast of All Saints is an invitation to remember. Not just a fond reminiscence, but “a deeper, slower kind of remembering; it means remembering as a searching and finding.” (Buechner, A Crazy, Holy Grace, 60)

Wisdom for the Way, DevotionalAndrea LingleNovember 22, 2022ThemeXLIII, Remembering a Saint, Pain, GriefComment

Let Us Remember

The Feast of All Saints is an invitation to remember. Not just a fond reminiscence, but “a deeper, slower kind of remembering; it means remembering as a searching and finding.” (Buechner, A Crazy, Holy Grace, 60)

Wisdom for the Way, DevotionalAndrea LingleNovember 16, 2022ThemeXLIII, Remembering a Saint, Pain, GriefComment

A Prayer for All Saints

Oh God of all the Saints, We come to you as a people not simply as individuals. We gather together and pray to you as a community of Saints, both living and in glory.

Wisdom for the Way, DevotionalMissional Wisdom FoundationNovember 8, 2022ThemeXLIII, Remembering a Saint, Pain, GriefComment

The Scary Depths

The Feast of All Saints is celebrated on the first day of November. It is a day that we remember. Today I am remembering Frederick Buechner.

Wisdom for the Way, DevotionalAndrea LingleNovember 1, 2022ThemeXLIII, Remembering a Saint, Pain, GriefComment

Abundantly

For the last several weeks, we have been taking a stroll through what it means to live rooted in grace when life throws difficult dialogue in our paths.

Devotional, Wisdom for the WayAndrea LingleOctober 18, 2022Returning to Grace, Theme XLII, Rooted in Grace, Simple Incarnate, Incarnational StudyComment

Perhaps...Apparently

I have no favorite children, but I do have beloved words. Perhaps, apparently, generative, credulous, and meticulous are some of my favorites.

Devotional, Wisdom for the WayAndrea LingleOctober 12, 2022Returning to Grace, Theme XLII, Rooted in Grace, Simple Incarnate, Incarnational StudyComment

Locked In

A solipsist is one who believes that theirs is the only real experience. All the other kids on the playground are fabricated by the solipsist’s mind to fill out the landscape.

Devotional, Wisdom for the WayAndrea LingleOctober 4, 2022Returning to Grace, Theme XLII, Rooted in Grace, Simple Incarnate, Incarnational StudyComment

Who Told You

The story of the beginning of the Hebrew people is two-fold. First there is a sweeping poem about vast spinning chaos called into verdant life, beginning, not with the production of day, but with the restful, tucked-in-ness of night.

Devotional, Wisdom for the WayAndrea LingleSeptember 27, 2022Returning to Grace, Theme XLII, Rooted in Grace, Simple Incarnate, Incarnational StudyComment

Sharing a Deep Thirst

Community is difficult. People hurt. Flying over the Continental US this summer, I thought about all the lives I was passing over.

Devotional, Wisdom for the WayAndrea LingleSeptember 21, 2022Returning to Grace, Theme XLII, Rooted in Grace, Simple Incarnate, Incarnational StudyComment

Beginning the Song

I am sitting in an old auditorium. Stark white walls set the black-robed chairs in stark relief. The stage, which I am facing from a raised viewpoint in the back, is a darkened canvas, surrounded on three sides by a decorative frame.

Devotional, Wisdom for the WayAndrea LingleSeptember 14, 2022Returning to Grace, Theme XLII, Rooted in Grace, Simple Incarnate, Incarnational StudyComment

Bent and Broken

From my point of view the world has no horizon, a person is known by her feet, the road is a slow rolling river of dust.

Wisdom for the Way, DevotionalAndrea LingleAugust 17, 2022ThemeXLI, Captured by Capturing, Scriptural Imagination, Lectionary, lectio devina Comments

Weeding

When I met her, she was sitting in a rocking chair on a front stoop just big enough for her chair, a pot of red geraniums, a mat that did not say welcome, and me.