You Are Not Too Late

“Sometimes it starts as small as this”

Here’s my mid-week round-up of others’ holy labor. Let me know what you like:

A clarion call for (re)new(ed) community: The Death of Church and Pub by Carl Trueman at First Things.

Speaking of community: “As long as we are stuck in a narrow, shallow vision of what ‘hospitality’ actually means, we'll get stuck in narrow, shallow versions of friendship.” (The spiritual practice of being boring by Lyndsey Medford)

A poem for a new day, during a hard week: “Yes” by William Stafford.

“I settled back on my chair for the mass, an unexpected Saturday evening ritual that had invited me to itself. That was when I looked up at that window, at Mother Mary holding her child, and she spoke to me.” From Sister by Marina Gross-Hoy at Khôra.

Found this gem in a used bookstore: You Are Not Too Late by Nikki McClure. I’ve loved her woodcuts and childrens’ books for ages, so discovering a book of her art for adults is a delight.

Last call for poets! Verily Magazine’s fall poetry competition ends on Oct. 30, so check out the details and enter up to 3 poems on the theme of “home” for your chance to win $300. Yours truly is honored to serve as guest judge, and I can’t wait to read.

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