Saturday Prayer – All Hallow’s Eve

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Photo of a cemetery in Poland, from RGBstock.com

We sing the old hymns or we carve smiles into pumpkins.

We light candles or we switch on flashlights.

We recite prayers or we slide masks over our faces.

Wearing our Sunday clothes on a Saturday, we hold hands in a church pew;  or – perhaps in a cape or a princess wig –  we take hands to cross the twilit street.

There are tears (and sometimes smiles) as we remember the wisdom of elders who have died; and there are smiles (and maybe tears) at the eager faces of children expecting only a treat when they singsong “trick-or-treat” at the front door.

Whatever we do today,
we stick out our collective tongue at Death.
However we celebrate,
we are all shouting, “You don’t scare us, Grim Reaper!”
And just for today,  in the church building and on the street corner,
we mean it.

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Books and Other Writing

SWIM, RIDE, RUN, BREATHE: HOW I LOST A TRIATHLON AND CAUGHT MY BREATH
A memoir about being in a body.  Published Spring 2015 by Pilgrim Press.

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THERE’S A WOMAN IN THE PULPIT: CHRISTIAN CLERGYWOMEN SHARE THEIR HARD DAYS, HOLY MOMENTS AND THE HEALING POWER OF HUMOR
Contains my essay Doors, Locks, A Walk-in Safe and the Keys of the Kingdom
Published Spring 2015 by Skylight Press

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