The Weavings journal wove together the voices of the finest leaders in the Christian Spiritual world. It was published by The Upper Room from 1986-2017.
“We are part of a larger reality, a vast vibrant community of meadow and mountain, water and sky, a great rush of life rich with possibility but also bounded by necessity. All things come and go. Whether this be a formula for weary resignation or for tranquil acceptance of the inevitable, the most we can hope for us that all things come and all things go, over and over again.” –John S. Mogabgab, Weavings: A Journal of the Christian Spiritual Life, 2009
From 1986-2017, the Weavings journal “wove together” the voices of the finest leaders in the Christian Spiritual world. Founded by John S. Mogabgab, a personal friend of Henri Nouwen, the journal found its way into the hearts of its readers – pastors, students, contemplatives, all those seeking to go deeper into their relationships with God. The journal was taken out of print in 2017. Currently, The Upper Room is developing resources that will speak to our hungers through today's technologies. Sign up for our newsletter (below) to learn about new resources.
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“As the curator of The Upper Room Chapel and Museum, it is my task to highlight art and draw the viewer into the work itself. On clear days, the art is outside The Upper Room Chapel: gorgeous pink blossom clouds of the Japanese Magnolia trees. The blossoms don’t last very long. If you are in the Nashville area, take a few minutes to stop by and enjoy them. ‘We recognize God’s presence in the world around us,’ the author of The Mystic in You says. ‘Sometimes it comes because of our intentional spiritual practices. Other times, it comes when we least expect it and do not feel as though we deserve it. … Geese flying overhead and a dog running in its sleep become windows into eternity when we pause, notice and open to the wonder of all being.’ Sometimes it is in a pink cloud of blossoms.”