Every year, on the Sunday before Christ the King, I am keenly aware of the changing seasons. Both the seasons around us in the natural world and the seasons of the church year. This year, as with this final Sunday before CtK every year, I will again be giving this poem as my sermon. I…
The changing, growing, dying, rising of the year are marked with the earth’s living breath. Seasons color our lives and make us part of it. There are seasons in the church, too. Sights smells sounds and stories bring us round the year and back again. Some things are constant like the sweet taste and smell…
Shepherdess Writes 