A Friday Prayer

The peach looked beautiful. It had the feel of a peach that was ripe but not too ripe and it smelled perfect. Inside it was rotten to the core. I discovered this as I was cutting it into slices. So beautiful on the outside, so rotten on the inside. How like the United States, with … Continue reading A Friday Prayer

God of the Displaced and Exiled

Oh God of the displaced and exiled, Hear the prayers of those in limbo. Wipe the tears of mothers who parent children without a home. Feed those who are hungry; keep safe those who are in danger. Give strength to the helpers and the healers; to those who work tirelessly for justice. Give us the … Continue reading God of the Displaced and Exiled

Be Still and Create

“In an age of movement, nothing is more critical than stillness. In an age of distraction, nothing can feel more luxurious than paying attention.” Pico Iyer in The Art of Stillness I sit on my couch, coffee beside me, mindlessly playing a game on my iPhone. This has never been a problem for me before, but … Continue reading Be Still and Create

How Long?

Earlier in the week, Boston could not shake the heavy fog that lay heavy in the air, covering the tops of buildings like thick grey smoke. It dulled my mind and all I seemed able to do was trudge through life. How long will this fog go on, I wondered silently, the weather deeply embedded … Continue reading How Long?

A View from Above

Bab Zuweila

In the city of Cairo twin minarets stand tall, their silhouettes marked against a clear blue sky. They stand distinguishable from a thousand other minarets because of their fame as a city landmark. The minarets frame a gate still standing since the 11th century, the gate of Bab Zuweila. The minaret towers are so high … Continue reading A View from Above

Forgiveness Sunday and Housecleaning my Soul

"We do not travel the road of Lent as isolated individuals but as members of a family. Our asceticism and fasting should not separate us from others, but should link us to them with ever-stronger bonds". Every two weeks I have house cleaners come into our home. They come in with their high-powered vacuum … Continue reading Forgiveness Sunday and Housecleaning my Soul

How Do You Draw Mercy?

If you were asked to draw a picture of mercy what would you draw? How would you take the tools of pencil and paper and use them to craft a concept like mercy? Would you draw an event in your life; an event where you were shown mercy and after that you would never be … Continue reading How Do You Draw Mercy?

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

Thanksgiving for the Broken-hearted

Robynn and I were recently texting about Thanksgiving. This year both of us will fill our houses and hearts with people who are hurting. These will be the tables of the broken-hearted, chairs of the grieving, glasses of the bewildered, and dessert plates of the deserted. What do we do when our tables are filled … Continue reading Thanksgiving for the Broken-hearted

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

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….