Dear Friends, The subject of my meditation this week is the San Bernardino massacre. My observations are personal and spiritual and not intended as an attempt at a comprehensive treatment of the event and its implications. It is too fresh and raw, and too close to home for that, and others are better qualified for
Dear Friends, Zechariah, an old priest, with impeccable lineage married to Elizabeth, also a woman of impeccable lineage, reads Scripture, keeps the commandments, prays, and serves God. Yet, when the Angel Gabriel shows up with a message from God of joy and gladness in answer to his prayer for a son, Zechariah asks, “How can
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. The name of the day says it all. Each year, I try to send a special word of grace that expresses gratitude for the kindness of God as I have experienced it. I am sharing a true November story this time. It happened just before Thanksgiving when I was twelve.
Dear Friends, I have never made a catalogue of the greatest spiritual dangers, but if I did, the temptation to do something, anything, would be at the top of the list. Action is prized in a world filled with incessant messages to want more, do more, be more. “Just do it” is one of the
Dear Friends, My son drives me through the Illinois countryside. Yellow corn stubble speckles black earth fields. Beeches and maples are golden under a true blue and white sky. Geese and ducks dot the gray-green marshes. The hay is rolled and bagged in pastures emerald green even in November, just past harvest. Our west-coast acclimated