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Religion

  • A revised cross-eyed walk down Main Street Shallotte

    Fourteen years ago, I submitted a piece for publication in The Brunswick Beacon. Titled “A Cross-eyed Walk Down Main Street Shallotte,” it would become the catalyst for a wonderful and surprising journey into the land of newsprint. Deadlines became signals for creativity instead of instigators of angst. I fell in love. This was not work. This is not work. It is joy. 

  • Sing the song of patience in the waiting game of life

     

     

    It was a lovely gift, a gentle and delicate orchid plant offered by gentle, loving friends. I cherished the soft violet blooms and placed the plant in a sunny window so that it would be happy. Surely, I was happy with it and trusted my delight would be transmitted. I believed … and continue to believe … in connectedness that exceeds vision and includes all creation.

  • There is power in one person’s faith, fidelity and fearlessness

    Lois Carroll, Branch manager of Rourk Library, is to be commended for her efforts in retrieving a variety of good movies for twice-monthly viewing. Whether the “theater” is packed or just a few arrive, the participants enjoy the films and each other’s company. Tears and laughter alike are shared, along with the tasty provisions to assuage hunger and thirst.

  • Early followers were people of the way

     Early followers of Christ were not known as Christians, but as people of the Way. This nugget of information has always intrigued me. Perhaps the intrigue is evoked by the various movements that still arise in society. Early on, there was an understanding that following a person was itself a recognition that each day is a unique opportunity to enter the process of dying and rising. We have models, examples, in the various persons who opted for Christ as described in Scripture.

  • Lent is a time to listen to God’s voice
  • Empty words entrench doubt in our hearts

     I like to believe there is nothing coincidental or accidental in our lives. I am wont to ponder all as being part and parcel of Providence acting to evoke our awakening to the divinity hidden in our humanity … in all creation. Actually, it is more than my “liking” to which I refer. It is my experience.

  • Am I being unfair to you?

     The women of the Philippines worked as a team with others to put together the worship service for World Day of Prayer 2017. They began their labor by listening to stories, especially news of the day a horrendous typhoon made landfall in their country. The tales they heard contained more than details of horrors seen and endured. They were revelations of resilience and faith. But, they were also narratives that evoked more questions than answers.

  • Obstacles are avenues of opportunity more than objects for avoidance

     

    Hubby Dear often speaks fondly of his godmother, a Roman Catholic nun now deceased. She was a woman of faith, fidelity, and forcefulness. The bar was always raised in her presence. On one occasion in his life, when H.D. was just knee high to a grasshopper, he received a card from her that bore a simple message, but one he has never forgotten. It read, “An obstacle is something that gets in the way when you take your eye off the goal.”

  • He will add humility wherever he goes

     Funerals are never easy events for me. They evoke multiple and mixed feelings. Loss and regret commingle with sorrow and blessing. Relief and sadness embrace. Tears flow as tender smiles erupt. Past and present merge into an unknown future. Cultural commands dictating appropriate behavior collide with an innate sense of rightness that opposes propriety.

  • An exquisitely connected world is always about critical connections, never critical mass

     The emails I receive often carry with them little nuggets of wisdom. I am struck with the wisdom and inspired to ponder them beyond a glance and a quick move to the next objet d’art. This one was presented by Grace Lee Boggs via the Daily Good website. She wrote: “We never know how our small activities will affect others through the invisible fabric of our connectedness. In this exquisitely connected world, it’s never a question of ‘critical mass.’ It's always about critical connections.”