Advent Reflection – Silence and Liminal Spaces

When I wake in the early morning I am always struck that our home is silent. There are no voices raised in conversation; no arguments, no agreements. There is no music, no sound of chopping or mixing from the kitchen, no sound of running water. Of course if I really listen I hear noise from … Continue reading Advent Reflection – Silence and Liminal Spaces

In Memory:Ralph Edward Brown, June 7,1926 – October 24,2017

On June 7th, in 1926, a baby boy was born to a family in the city of Pittsfield, Massachusetts. He was fourth in the family, joining three sisters, a mom and a dad. Two years later his youngest sister was born and the family was complete. He was named Ralph Edward Brown and he is … Continue reading In Memory:Ralph Edward Brown, June 7,1926 – October 24,2017

Soul Care and the Reconstruction Process

When you live in a city you cannot avoid the ever-present construction/reconstruction process. Cranes, detours, iconic orange cones, and construction workers with yellow hard hats and vests are a part of the city landscape. Healthy cities know that to continue to serve both residents and visitors, they need to repair, construct, and reconstruct. City planning … Continue reading Soul Care and the Reconstruction Process

A Fight to Live

On Sunday afternoons we observe post liturgical nap time. It is a sacred time where the apartment is absolutely still as we go to our respective spots and either nap, read, or rest in general. We have done this as long as we have been married and I don't believe it will ever change. This … Continue reading A Fight to Live

A Safe Place to Land

A colleague phoned me early yesterday morning. “Do you have a minute? Can you come up and see me.” The timing was perfect. We both get to work early morning and no one else was around. I walked upstairs to her office. So much is going on in her life. She is overwhelmed. From a … Continue reading A Safe Place to Land

My Response to #Metoo

Social media has been alive and active with the status "Me Too" - largely posted by women. Some have just typed the words "Me Too" or #metoo, while others have put a longer explanation under the words. If all the women who have been sexually harassed or assaulted wrote "Me too" as a status, we … Continue reading My Response to #Metoo

Evil is Real – So what do we do?

“Evil is real - and powerful. It has to be fought, not explained away, not fled. And God is against evil all the way. So each of us has to decide where we stand, how we're going to live our lives. We can try to persuade ourselves that evil doesn't exist; live for ourselves and … Continue reading Evil is Real – So what do we do?

Life as Story

“In the end, people don't view their life as merely the average of all its moments—which, after all, is mostly nothing much plus some sleep. For human beings, life is meaningful because it is a story. A story has a sense of a whole, and its arc is determined by the significant moments, the ones … Continue reading Life as Story

It’s Not the Way it’s Supposed to Be

Friends, my youngest cousin tragically lost her husband just a day ago. My heart is breaking for her and her two littles. It's not the way it's supposed to be. They are a young family and my heart hurts thinking of the grief and loss that they are experiencing. He leaves behind so many who … Continue reading It’s Not the Way it’s Supposed to Be

Turning Away from Glory

  We climbed out of the car on Saturday night to a dark sea of shining stars. The night was clear and perfect, there was no light pollution to block our view. "Let's lay on our backs and look at the stars!" said my younger daughter. The 25 year-old negotiated with the 57 year-old and … Continue reading Turning Away from Glory

Until Then….

Early mornings are the best. Those dawn hours when the sun has broken over the horizon but the world is still sleeping; the hours of slow wake-up, sounds of birds breaking the silence of night. It is early morning and right now it is easy for me to believe that someday this will all be redeemed.  … Continue reading Until Then….

Monday Morning: Wake up & Remember What is Real

It is Monday morning and I walk through weekend trash to get to work. The tourists are either long gone, or still asleep in hotel rooms; the homeless are just waking in doorways and shelters across the city. As I walk, I think about my friend whose father died last Thursday. The news came late … Continue reading Monday Morning: Wake up & Remember What is Real

“Just Your Presence”

A beautiful article in the Boston Globe today tells the story of a woman who is dying. She invited her friends over for a luncheon, a chance to celebrate while she still had life. One of the friends verbalized her feelings of awkwardness and helplessness in the face of her friend's suffering. As she did … Continue reading “Just Your Presence”

You’ve Got to be Carefully Taught

Last night I went to an Iftar celebration. It was sponsored by the Greater Boston Muslim Health Initiative - a group that periodically meets to focus on specific health needs of the Muslim community in the area. It was an eclectic group of people, each of us with strengths in different areas, community members and … Continue reading You’ve Got to be Carefully Taught

A Life Overseas – On Home and Keeping Place

"Home is a human place. Instinctively, each of us, male and female, knows the sound of its welcome - and the joy of our possible return. Readers - Today I am at A Life Overseas talking with Jen Pollock Michel about her newly released book Keeping Place - Reflections on the Meaning of Home. Will … Continue reading A Life Overseas – On Home and Keeping Place

That Holy Ache

  I awake with that Holy Ache. If there is any time I feel this acutely it's on Monday mornings, where I try to move between a resurrection Sunday and the real-world Monday. Where I move from the weekend rest and peace, to the week day chaos and problems. We who are human know this Holy … Continue reading That Holy Ache

Holy Saturday 

Yesterday was Good Friday, a day when all of Christendom takes a moment to stop and pause at the memory of sacrificial love.  But what happens between Good Friday and Easter Sunday? What happens to us on the days between tragedy and healing? What transpires when the crisis is over, but the end is not … Continue reading Holy Saturday