On the day of Jesus’ death, nailed to a Roman cross on a hill outside Jerusalem, darkness fell from noon to three. A darkness in those days isn’t the darkness I am accustomed to in an American city full of streetlights burning all night. Perhaps the soldiers guarding Jesus lit a few candles down on …
Author Archives: Karen
Hunger
It’s 11:52 am and I’m hungry. My stomach is empty, growling for more. I don’t want my stomach to rule me, so I’m ignoring the emptiness for a few minutes. (Not too long, lest I start gobbling the dark chocolate kisses stashed in my cupboard.) I ate a piece of homemade whole wheat bread and …
Refusing Warmth
Sitting at my computer this cold winter’s day, I’m trying to ponder the nature of sin. But I’m distracted by the bright sunlight, just penetrating my skull as noontime approaches. I lean back into the warmth. Soon I’m taking off my down vest, absorbing the rays. Who can ponder the mysteries of the universe when …