Successful Earth Day at Solomon Center

I hung on a cross next to his. Me, a criminal; him, an innocent man…and so much more. My punishment was deserved; his was not. He was hanging there, pierced by nails and thorns, pierced by the unseen wound of disbelief. But he forgave them…and me. The la....(View this...

I walk across the meadow into my sanctuary in the woods until I find the glade of ancient trees that rise and spread like a cathedral. Birds strike up a chorus, and I feel a mighty “Hallelujah!” welling up inside me. Looking up between the tops of the t....(View this...

Close your eyes for a minute and look at John the Baptist. A single dark fin cutting through the ocean of sand and scrub brush, sleepless eyes fixed on the horizon like a desert shark. Between bursts of angry shouting, he speaks about a messianic tide that will lift...

I will always think of the road to Emmaus as the freeway to every corner of the universe. At the moment when Jesus traveled down its dusty turnings, there was no limit to where it could go. All the barriers and barricades are gone; the way to eternity is open....

Weeds are paved over because they aren’t flowers—worthless because they lack blooms. Yet even the weeds feel the electricity of God’s love in their roots and so believe their way by faith up through the cracks in the sidewalk. Weeds push up toward the ....(View this...

I await the Spirit of truth, remembering everything I can of what Jesus said to me. I sit, watching and waiting on this hillside. I see the sky. I see the earth and the sun and moon, rivers and raindrops, fields ripe with holy harvests. I remember Jesus sit....(View...

From the Archives: February 12, 2014I’m not much, but I’m all I think about. So many decisions each day and most, if not all, of them are centered on self. Each of us has a set of scales constantly weighing the pros and co....(View this reading and more resources for...

I walk into the woods late one winter afternoon. Evening’s great sponge wrings out daylight quicker than I anticipate. Standing in a small clearing where the sun has just gone down, I hear the voice of a single star speaking softly. It is quite small, not ....(View...