I had another guest post go up today at Everyday Liturgy titled, “A Romance It Certainly Is.” Here’s a snippet: We cannot avoid the reality of this world. We see its dark underbelly in everything from the news to human trafficking to the person who pushes past us in a crowd without apologizing. This world, and we people in it, […]
Boy Blue’s Birthday
When you have family living on the far side of the world, and you have a tendency to be forgetful about birthdays, you run into two specific issues: 1. Just sending the requisite “belated” birthday card loses its appeal, because it won’t get there for a few weeks after the date. Belated cards are fun and all when they arrive […]
The Fall of the Sparrow
I love the idea that God cares about the fall of the sparrow. It’s one of those passages of scripture that is pure poetry. As He reminds His disciples they have no reason to fear, Jesus says, “Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father” (Matthew […]
The Stories I Rub Shoulders With – New Post at Everyday Liturgy
I have a 1938 edition of Webster’s Students Dictionary: Upper School Levels on my shelf. It’s my go-to resource for the definitions of words I find in old books. Some of them are words we still have today, but so often their connotation has changed. Take “charity” for instance. Today, the first definition most people would think of is an organization […]
The Race That Knows Joseph
“They’re our kind of people,” Julie said. It’s the sort of phrase that could be cruel. It could be unkind, exclusive, evasive. But the way she used it, it was none of those things. “Couple on Two Benches” George Segal Source: Sculpture.org She was referring to what Anne Shirley, as a child, called “Kindred Spirits.” Later, when she grew up, […]
Hopkins, Kingfishers, and Identity
Photograph by Charlie Hamilton James Source: http://dailym.ai/14dMwTJ As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name; Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; Selves — goes […]