It’s so dry. For weeks many communities have been living with the reality and uncertainty of fires. The grass is crackling dry and smoke hangs heavily. For some individuals and congregations there’s a dryness in our lives. As people age and congregations decline, resources dry up and maintenance requirements loom.
The cross I wear around my neck every day has a twist in it, so that both the crosspiece and upright form the infinity symbol. Inscribed on the cross in miniscule letters is “A journey of faith is a journey of love”.