Elise Tegegne

Taking winter’s invitation to rest awhile…

In a world where pocket screens can volley our attention to six unrelated things in sixty seconds, reading poetry offers practice attending to the only necessary thing..

It is no small thing that the God who holds every atom of the universe, who breathes worlds into existence, who needs nothing from humankind, chose to sit on the earth with those who were made of it...

We often want to skip the uncomfortable, nonlinear steps of transformation, and jump straight to the center. But many of us are like me, in the messiness of process…

All that is breaking in my life is evidence of a divine Gardener close, present–and working…

Taking time to set the table with care helps me see meals as they really are…

God meets us at Walmart…

Rushing is a misunderstanding of who I am. ..

Wintering is a fitting time for rest…

What if we treated the stranger at our festal tables as Christ Himself?