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Religion

  • If an envelope could talk, here’s what it would say

     A recent letter to the editor caught my eye. There seemed to be a plaintive cry hidden in the words of sorrow and loss. Someone had lost an envelope containing money that was her allowance, dollars to be spent carefully over the coming weeks. Perhaps the cash would be used frivolously. Maybe it would be offered in compassionate caring for another or as an unexpected gift — just because. The reason mattered not. The loss was palpable.

     

  • Lent gives us time to go ‘into the woods’

     Fairy tales have always fascinated me. I loved reading them as a child. I “became” Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty and Little Red Riding Hood. Rapunzel was more difficult, since my hair was neither yards long nor shining with platinum beauty. There were wicked stepsisters who plagued my life...individuals who blocked my path with boulders of alienation, lack of acceptance heaped with ridicule. It was easy to see how fairy tales would be an impelling force, a call to what is beyond our immediate vision.

     

  • ‘St. Vincent of Sheepshead Bay:’ Well-hidden sanctity comes to light

     Were it not for a saint in the community sending me an urgent email with a command, “Go, see this movie,” I’d have missed a great opportunity. I’d have been deprived of the chance to laugh, cry, and be deeply moved by the reality of human sanctity as it is depicted in St. Vincent.

  • A woman named Sue

     By Fran Salone-Pelletier

     

     

    The year 2014 heading into 2015 has been a Dickensian kind of time. It will go down in my history as the best of years and the worst of years. Television pundits have noted it as the hottest summer in recorded history. Winter brought a flu epidemic with vaccines able only to keep its menace somewhat at bay. Strained faces at local funeral services evidenced the reality of multiple deaths within a short time.

  • How many ways can one say ‘miserable?’

     Hospitals have limited access for visitors. Both print and televised media announce the increasing presence of a dire enemy. Bags of cough drops and boxes of tissues leave grocery and pharmacy shelves. Henny Penny’s false alarm has come true. Menacing flu with its myriad aches and pains, weakness and fever has struck.

     

  • What color is God? God is the color of water
  • The end of things is often tied to their beginnings

     In a Smithsonian magazine article quoted in the November issue of Give Us This Day, page 240, physicist Lawrence Krauss “thought about the end of the universe and observed that a backward look reveals that the end of things is often tied to their beginnings.” The sentence fascinated me. At this time of year when we typically haul out the blank page of paper to list our resolutions, it also caused me to pause and think about endings and beginnings.

  • There is a common cause in Christian unity, reconciliation and justice
  • My name is Joseph

    My name is Joseph. I am a carpenter by trade. By nature, I am a man who loves solitude, who finds joy in creation. My love for nature led me to find deep pleasure and profound value in the working of wood. There are so few trees in my country. Each is a precious commodity, a priced gift. It always surprises me to know others cannot see the pricelessness and art found in woodworking.

  • Let go of a Santa Claus God and come alive with a sanctifying God

     

     

    Good ol’ Hubby Dear had a yen for a somewhat expensive art book. At least, he thought its price was more than he should spend on himself. To assuage his guilt over desiring such a gift, he told me it would suffice for both Christmas and birthday presents. Then he boyishly asked me what I wanted for Christmas. My teasing response was, “All  I want for Christmas is my two front teeth.”