Weavings

I miss maps. I miss being the co-pilot on family trips, the one given the tattered Road Atlas so that I could find and announce the towns and parks, lakes and rivers that our chosen route would take us to, through, and over. It is not that I am not grateful for my GPS. I am, and I am a frequent user. But... Keep Reading →

Lately I have been re-reading our current print issue of Weavings, “The Price of Wisdom.” In the aftermath of recent events—global and domestic—questions about “wisdom” have taken root in my thoughts and conversations. What does wisdom look like in political reaction and in religious response? How can we assess who is wise and who is foolish? What gauge can we use? What... Keep Reading →

Before I joined the editorial staff of Weavings, most of my vocational writing took the shape of sermons. In fact, it is through my preaching life that I formed lifelong “friendships” with writers like Barbara Brown Taylor, Howard Thurman, Wendy Wright, Evelyn Underhill, Glenn Hinson, Basil Pennington, and many others whose beautiful, intricate words about things holy and gospel-shaped draped across the... Keep Reading →

God of winter morning, Of new day born from the waters of night; A feeble cry from Mother Earth’s horizon, A murmured moan from lingering stars; Infant soft, blue-veined is your child, Dawn. Into the waiting arms of Your people You gift this newness to us… O God, help us to look with awe-laden eyes, Let us hear with soft-edged hearts the first cries of the New Year, of a new... Keep Reading →

Compassion is one of those wonderful words that often appears in articles submitted to Weavings. It is also one of those words that can become so routinely familiar that my internal “spell check” function skims right across its contours without a pause. But lately I have been trying to intentionally pause for “compassion”; I have been trying to reconsider the significance of... Keep Reading →

The other day I was feeling a bit over-extended in my editorial routine, living in between incoming manuscripts for upcoming issues of Weavings and outgoing revisions for the issue next-in-line for the printer (Cross-Purposes). My eyes were beginning to lose focus, and it struck me that I had neglected to take a break from all the reading required in this work and... Keep Reading →

I have been spending a lot of time wondering lately. I don’t think this is the same thing as daydreaming, although it could be if I gave it that much room in my imagination. Or maybe I am just deluding myself–thinking that I can wonder about one thing while accomplishing something else with my whole self (body, ... Keep Reading →

It’s been awhile since I have had so many friends seek me out about a theme of Weavings. It’s not that they don’t care about what I do as managing editor, although they have probably become a little numb to my pattern of “due to the printer” panic and “can’t meet for lunch, have a deadline” text message. I know they do... Keep Reading →

I have been looking at my computer screen for a awhile this afternoon while thinking about this blog. My hesitation is not about having nothing to write [for me it is far more difficult to resist writing]. My hesitation is about writing something worth reading, should someone stumble across this posting. Just looking outside my office window, seeing the parched leaves that... Keep Reading →

It has been about a year since a few of us sat around the little round table in the Weavings editorial office and began to daydream about a new website. I am looking at my scribbled notes from those first few conversations where we gave ourselves permission to resist being too task oriented, and instead to begin by hoping out loud for... Keep Reading →