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Religion

  • Thoughts for meditation during Lent

     

     

    Springtime brings renewal, a greening of winter’s barren brownness. It also ushers in the Lenten season of deepening reflection, retrospection, remembrance, repentance, and reconciliation. It is a greening, a softening of the hardened spirit and soul.

  • Didn't we just decorate the Christmas tree?

     

    I must be getting old faster than I think. Time escapes my grasp and causes me to gasp both with delicious delight and haunting horror. I may as well be singing along with Tevye and Goldie: “Sunrise, Sunset … swiftly flow the days!” No matter … the trees have long departed. The ornaments are stowed. Santa is hibernating. The parties have lessened. Gratefully, the ashes of memory persist.

  • Everything comes into view in the beam of a spotlight
  • We are all called to proclaim the mighty works of God

        Annually, the week between Jan. 18 and Jan. 25 is both designated and celebrated as the Week of Christian Unity. Most importantly, it is a week of prayerful recognition of our need to be united and one of petition that we will act positively and consistently to attain that goal. Year after year, we pray for something always hoped for but seldom a global reality. It is a week when our consciences are pricked, our consciousness is raised, and our commitment is recalled.

  • Fingerprints tell a story
  • Sometimes captivity is less fearsome than freedom

     

     

    Tiny, and swiftly changing color to blend with the surroundings, my little friend spread his [with no anatomical accuracy, I’ve designated the gender!] body diagonally across the sill and glass of my bedroom window. He had been a guest for days, perhaps longer. I only noticed him when I saw a shadow scampering across the floor of my closet and noticed it had the shape of an anole—a creature ubiquitous in the Southland.

     

  • Sometimes captivity is less fearsome than freedom

     

     

    Tiny, and swiftly changing color to blend with the surroundings, my little friend spread his [with no anatomical accuracy, I’ve designated the gender!] body diagonally across the sill and glass of my bedroom window. He had been a guest for days, perhaps longer. I only noticed him when I saw a shadow scampering across the floor of my closet and noticed it had the shape of an anole—a creature ubiquitous in the Southland.

     

  • All creation teaches us how to be human

     Everyone knows I love to read. That’s a universal statement. I love to read fiction as well as non-fiction. I love to read about church issues and human-interest stories found in newspapers and magazines. When nothing else is available, I will scan cereal boxes. Everything piques my curiosity, deepens my interest and expands my thirst for understanding. So, when Hubby Dear peers across the room to find my nose buried in a book, he sighs with the knowledge I’ve left this world to find treasures to be claimed and reclaimed in daily life.

  • All creation teaches us how to be human

     Everyone knows I love to read. That’s a universal statement. I love to read fiction as well as non-fiction. I love to read about church issues and human-interest stories found in newspapers and magazines. When nothing else is available, I will scan cereal boxes. Everything piques my curiosity, deepens my interest and expands my thirst for understanding. So, when Hubby Dear peers across the room to find my nose buried in a book, he sighs with the knowledge I’ve left this world to find treasures to be claimed and reclaimed in daily life.

  • All creation teaches us how to be human

     Everyone knows I love to read. That’s a universal statement. I love to read fiction as well as non-fiction. I love to read about church issues and human-interest stories found in newspapers and magazines. When nothing else is available, I will scan cereal boxes. Everything piques my curiosity, deepens my interest and expands my thirst for understanding. So, when Hubby Dear peers across the room to find my nose buried in a book, he sighs with the knowledge I’ve left this world to find treasures to be claimed and reclaimed in daily life.