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Religion

  • How can we find religion on city streets?

    Hubby Dear and I recently went on a weeklong vacation with a church friends. It was a fairly arduous bus trip with stops in Jacksonville, Miami, and Key West, Fla. Our senior citizen bones ached and groaned, but our equally elderly psyche shouted pleasure at being with folks we knew. We could commiserate as stiffness had to be kneaded from our joints each day. We could laugh at our antics and foibles while enjoying the simple pleasures of life.

  • How can we fill Valentine’s Day with love?

    I can hear Hubby Dear groaning. We are on the brink of Valentine’s Day and he is devoid of imaginative ways to celebrate the day. The usual tributes bear their own degree of difficulty. Meal planning has caused chocolates and rich desserts to be verboten. Equally out of the question are roses that wilt before they are ensconced in a vase. Anything I might have needed or expressed as a yen has already been offered and received — with the possible exception of perfume that I typically declare to be too expensive! What’s a guy to do?

  • Life is a learning process when we are bound in the spirit

    Sometimes it seems as if the scriptures paint a picture of impossibilities. They appear to be impossibly unreachable, impossibly untouchable, impossibly impractical. To think about a time and place where opposites live together harmoniously and communally appears to be a waste of time and energy. I can hear Hubby Dear’s usual retort, given when I present him with ideas that suggest unorthodox combinations of people or ideas. “It’ll never happen!” says he. “You’re wasting your time!”

  • Life is a learning process when we are bound in the spirit

    Sometimes it seems as if the scriptures paint a picture of impossibilities. They appear to be impossibly unreachable, impossibly untouchable, impossibly impractical. To think about a time and place where opposites live together harmoniously and communally appears to be a waste of time and energy. I can hear Hubby Dear’s usual retort, given when I present him with ideas that suggest unorthodox combinations of people or ideas. “It’ll never happen!” says he. “You’re wasting your time!”

  • Hoarding inhibits happiness

    I am not a fan of reality shows. In my view, they distort reality, make it a hoax at best and a horror at its worst. Among those invaders, the one depicting life as a hoarder, is most disturbing. The reason probably stems from the storing of goods, materials, ideas and emotions all of us have experienced at one time or other.

  • In goodness or malice, the world can be ruled with words

    The brief respite between holidays became my nesting place and resting place with words. I read until my eyes grew weary and my brain could not absorb another thought. To say the least, it was fun. To tell the truth, I relished every moment.
    First came the painful journey through life with “The Book Thief,” who learned from firsthand experience “the Fuhrer decided that he would rule the world with words.” He opined he would never fire a gun because he would not have to do so —an opinion he never actually followed into action.

  • Prayer for Christian Unity: Has Christ been divided?

    As noted by the Graymoor Ecumenical and Interreligious Institute, the traditional period in the Northern Hemisphere for the Week of Prayer for Christian Unity is Jan. 18-25. Proposed in 1908, these dates bridge the dates for the feasts of the Chair of Peter (Jan. 18) and the Conversion of St. Paul (Jan. 25), and therefore, have symbolic significance.

  • Check to see the lighthouse of faith from within

    Recently, I attended a funeral for a parishioner who had requested the singing of “This Little Light of Mine” as the opening hymn. The song was both an unusual choice and a heart-rending one. It evoked smiles on the faces of the attendees, mostly retired. Here we were, aging adults, singing a children’s song, alive with rhythm. I guess we all felt it was inappropriate to clap our hands, but the song surely begged our indulgence.

  • Love isn’t about how to survive the storm; it’s about dancing in the rain

    I am always amazed at the serendipitous happenings of life. I guess it is better said they happen in life and with it. Typically, my day begins with some quiet time. It’s spent with prayer, either at my computer or with reading material or enticed by a word or two from Hubby Dear. This day was no exception. In the midst of silence, ideas emerged, memories were recalled.

  • What can we learn about God from advertising?

    My eyes dart to view billboards, church signs, and magazine ads. They are often intriguing and evoke alternative thinking. When my neighbor arrived with a lovely bunch of Time magazines, I was in heaven. Ads galore would delight my roving mind. At least, that was my hope. I was not disappointed.