by Desirée Uhrich Something happened to me and I will never be the same. You know what happened, Lord. I don’t need to write it down. But
Author: Marie Noelle Duquette
I notice connections between people, events, movies, music, writings, the spoken word, that seem independent of one another. I write and speak about these connections because I have been created for this work and it has the potential to draw people together and transform rough places into plains of peace. I was a pastor in the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America for twenty years. I remain a writer whose muse is active and insistent; a lover of new experiences; a dreamer of old. I am fueled by both music and silence; I appreciate truths that can only be conveyed in whispers, if in any language at all. I have more friends than I deserve, a big fat french family I adore, a partner whose love inspires my days. We share a cozy condo with our dog Nala, and cat, Picasso. My most palpable experience of God's presence took place in a chapel in Children's Hospital in Columbus, Ohio. In that place, where every great world religion was depicted by both name and symbol, a miracle took shape in 2005 that continues to inform my faith today. I believe the key to world peace is our willingness to understand one another and take the risks required to do that. My two sons are some of God's finest work; they are a blessing to me and to the world. I thank God for every single day of this wonder we know as life. And I thank you, for stopping by to take off your shoes and step into the shoes of those whose stories I am privileged to tell.
Remembering those we have lost
One in a series of prayers for extreme situations called Prayers I Never Wanted To Need.
A prayer for the innocents
by Donna Arington Petraits March 17, 2021 An ordinary day. Sun sinking on an early spring evening. Warm for March, and perfect for playing hide
You Saw Me
by Karen Martin Kepner God, you saw me. I got out of the car and put on my mask. I opened the back gate of
by Julie Martin Hutson, In Memorium The ground gapes, but only slightly, to receive this small one It is as though the ground were a
The final word
by Marie Duquette Dear God, Remember when I prayed to you for the family who had gathered to write victim statements for the judge during