Eighteen years ago, my 49-year-old husband died, very suddenly, while he was traveling. December 9, 2004 is a date that can conjure up so many memories and emotions, even now. During Advent that year I settled in to wait for the coming of the Christ in a way I had never done before. I was deeply sad, overwrought, and yet I was moving each day closer to the celebration of Christmas and the birth of the hope of the world.
In this season of Easter—yes, it is a season, not just one day—there are many stories which detail the ways in which the early disciples and followers of Jesus made..
When I arrived in church on February 27 there was a large vase of sunflowers in the front of the sanctuary. I took note of them and wondered, why sunflowers in winter?..