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Religion

  • To seek solitude is to know serenity

    Perhaps the pace of the last few weeks has had its effect on me. Whenever I find myself racing from one event to another, one experience to another, my spirit feels the tug of stressfulness. It’s a good thing because I am once again led into the reality that life is more than a rush into activity. I discover anew … and will continue to do so, I am sure … the need for solitude as a means of entry into serenity.

  • God’s politics trump all others

     I know, I know … ‘trump” is a loaded word these days. Whatever one’s affiliation might be, in life’s game folks are always looking for a trump card to hold. This holds true in religious circles as well as political ones. Heated debates derive from our individual and communal desires to be right, inerrant and accurate in our facts and our faith. However, to do so also carries both a challenge and a consequence: CHANGE! In turn, change demands continued conversation, communication, and charity.

  • Scammers prey on social insecurity

     

     

    What impels a religion columnist to write about scammers and their nefarious occupation? It’s a good question that commands investigation and response. As I was pondering both query and reply, an interesting item was announced during the nightly news. The story involved the growing number of scams being perpetrated, particularly on senior citizens. Obviously this is both a disturbing reality and one that causes concern about the state of our union as a nation, a people, specifically a people of God.

  • The value of renewability

     Change comes with a high cost for most people. Echoes of “we never did it this way” or “we always did it this way” are loud, long and rarely laudable. I can remember the angst my Sicilian mother-in-law felt when I failed to ask her advice regarding the “proper” way to make spaghetti sauce. My own Neapolitan mother was probably equally miffed, though she dared not show it, when she discovered I didn’t follow her recipe either!

  • Courage is crucial if change is to occur
  • Hunger makes us speak

     

     

    “By God’s grace I had good communication skills. I could go and talk to people and influence them. Hunger made me speak.” Those last four words, which I read in an account by Shreya Pareek about Sindhutai Sapkal, tore at my heart.

  • To fail is also to succeed

          Graduation time looms large across the nation. Senior year students in high schools, colleges, universities are embroiled in the departure/arrival moments, with all the mixed emotions involved. Applications have been filed, received, and returned with news of acceptance … or not. A sense of finality tinges the excitement of new beginnings with unease, if not sadness. Holding on is as an impelling force as letting go.

  • To fail is also to succeed

          Graduation time looms large across the nation. Senior year students in high schools, colleges, universities are embroiled in the departure/arrival moments, with all the mixed emotions involved. Applications have been filed, received, and returned with news of acceptance … or not. A sense of finality tinges the excitement of new beginnings with unease, if not sadness. Holding on is as an impelling force as letting go.

  • At Life's airport arrivals and departures are at the same gate

     Maybe it’s the season of nearly summer with spring still bearing signs of winter’s chill that is affecting me. Maybe it’s the lingering last days of my college pal suffering with cancer’s invasion on multiple fronts. Maybe it’s the slowly leaking drip of departures opening tears and tears in my circle of friends. I am not sure of the cause, but I am feeling the pain of the effect. There is a heart heaviness I cannot shake.

  • At life's airport arrivals and departures are at the same gate

      Maybe it’s the season of nearly summer with spring still bearing signs of winter’s chill that is affecting me. Maybe it’s the lingering last days of my college pal suffering with cancer’s invasion on multiple fronts. Maybe it’s the slowly leaking drip of departures opening tears and tears in my circle of friends. I am not sure of the cause, but I am feeling the pain of the effect. There is a heart heaviness I cannot shake.