Second Sunday of Advent: Seeds of Trust

In the beginning you laid the foundations of the earth,and the heavens are the work of your hands.They will perish, but you remain;they will all wear out like a garment.Like clothing you will change themand they will be discarded.But you remain the same,and your years will never end. —Psalm 102:25-27 (Read Psalm 102) Let nothing…

The day after Ash Wednesday and Valentine’s Day 2018

I sat in church last night, awaiting the imposition of ashes on my forehead and contemplating my mortality. From dust you came, and to dust you shall return. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. I sat in silence, trying to examine my own heart and my need for forgiveness and redemption, and my thoughts inevitably…

The Wrong Answer

I had the honor of participating in the CCO’s first-ever online Advent Devotional this month. Here is my contribution,, published today, on the Winter Solstice: Then I saw “a new heaven and a new earth,” for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea. I saw…

Ash Wednesday

“Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” —Ecclesiastes 3:20 We repent in ashes. We receive God’s mercy. We retell Jesus’ story. We rise in hope.

Happy birthday, Mom!

To my beautiful mother, who would have turned 75 years old today: Happy birthday, Mom! I miss you and I love you. Janet Fulton Hamilton Maczuzak October 24, 1941 – October 17, 2006

On my dad’s 75th birthday

My father was born on April 4, 1941, which means he would be 75 years old today. I wish he were still here so we could celebrate together, but in lieu of that, I’ll take this opportunity to share the four-part series of articles written about him the year before he died. Happy birthday, Dad! I miss…

51 years

On June 20, 1964, Janet Fulton Hamilton married John Anthony Maczuzak at Pigeon Creek Presbyterian Church in Eighty Four, Pennsylvania. Today would have been their 51st wedding anniversary. Happy anniversary, Mom and Dad! I love you both, and I miss you very much.

On September 11, 2014

During a lunch break last week, a few of my co-workers and I were remembering where we were when John F. Kennedy was shot (for all but one of us, not yet born), what we remembered about the day the Space Shuttle exploded (three of us were sophomores in college), and finally, what we remembered about September…

All my favorite people are broken

I signed up for the Glen Workshop about a month before my dad died. If I’d known that my dad was about to die, I’m pretty sure I would not have signed up. But I did, and I had talked my friend Jen into signing up, too, so I didn’t feel like I could back out….

Snapshots from The Glen

For years, I’ve been hearing gushing, amazing, inspiring testimonials about Image journal’s annual Glen Workshop. My friend Denise has participated as a part of the Seattle Pacific University low-residency MFA program, and has continued to do so since graduating in 2009. I have lost count of the number of times she has encouraged me to come…