Fourteenth Sunday after Pentecost
Proper 16 (21) B
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”