Fourteenth Sunday after Pentecost
Proper 16 (21) B

Psalm 84:1-3

How lovely is your dwelling place, O LORD of hosts!

 My soul longs, indeed it faints for the courts of the LORD; my heart and my flesh sing for joy to the living God.

 Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at your altars, O LORD of hosts, my King and my God.

By Celina Medrano-Miller

As I write this, I sit on the earth, of the traditional and ancestral territory of the Tsleil-Waututh, Squamish and Musqueam Nations.

I was born on this unceded territory, under the name for the new city which was built, called Vancouver.

My parents both migrated here separately… Continue reading “Wild Lectionary: Nature as Divine Dwelling Place” →