Your Heart, His Home

A grace ovation

By Elizabeth Kelly

As a gift to my brother on the occasion of his ordination years ago, I told him that I would offer up all of my speaking engagements in... (Read more)

Getting to forgiven

By Elizabeth Kelly

Some years ago, a woman told a lie about me that caused some serious harm and was tremendously painful to bear. After many months had passed, out... (Read more)

To sink, or to dance

By Elizabeth Kelly

My friend, I’ll call her “Veronica,” goes for the spiritual jugular, so to speak. It’s almost as if she avails herself to God and says, “All... (Read more)

Breaking into the ordinary 

By Elizabeth Kelly

When I was a child, I loved most the wise men of our nativity set for their grandeur and color and elegance, and for the numinous gifts they... (Read more)

To “listen” one another

By Elizabeth Kelly

There’s a quote I keep in my office from Douglas Steere, the Quaker, and I read it before every meeting I have, especially with directees. He... (Read more)

Money in his bank

By Elizabeth Kelly

My first job out of university was working as a teller in a bank. I was singing a lot on the weekends and working on my writing, but I needed a... (Read more)

Yoked not burdened

By Elizabeth Kelly

Some years ago I developed this little habit when traveling alone: when boarding an airplane or a train, I would ask the Lord to give me the least... (Read more)

Revealed with fire

By Elizabeth Kelly

Bedouins are an exceptionally hardy, hospitable people. I learned this in the Holy Land from my friend, Tony, a Catholic archeologist who grew up... (Read more)

The Blessed Poor

By Elizabeth Kelly

Jeremiah is homeless. He is a slight man and slanted to the right. Some days he has a pronounced limp – arthritis in the knee. He’s lost most of... (Read more)

Your Heart, His Home

By Elizabeth Kelly

When I first moved into the cozy little house I rent, my yard, especially the backyard, was a bit of a disaster. A double-lot and long-neglected... (Read more)