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Religion

  • Details Matter

     

  • Love is a strange thing. It takes you by surprise

    I recently read and re-read Fredrik Backman’s novel, “A Man Called Ove.” I’d already viewed the movie version, so this would be time No. 3 with Ove and his strangely surprising life. Though I had returned the book to the library and had conversed with others about it multiple times, I could not let it go. It would not let me go.

  • Ahhhh … I remember it well: Thoughts for Memorial Day

     

    Memories are strange and wonderful things. Strangely, they lure us into a past replete with all the vagaries of youth, all the remembrances of antics experienced and relished or, perhaps, yet laden with regret. Memory lane is not always a return to the good, ole days. Yet, it is a road we all travel, sometimes mindlessly. It is a trip we seem unable to refuse and one we replay with hope that all errors will be corrected. Mistakes will not be repeated.

  • Everyone awaits the merry month of May

    It’s been a long, hard winter. Blame is placed global warming with its concomitant climate change, even on God. We’ve ached with the cold, worried over the flooding, anguished over the unusual warmth in places where cold is expected, and generally waited with more than bated breath for springtime to come — and stay. March teases us. April periodically delights, but May is the month of promise.

  • Looking beyond the shadow of doubt

     So often we have allowed doubt to cast a shadow on our faith. We let it tinge credence with incredulity, casting the gloom of uncertainty upon the grace of certitude. This causes distress and dismay to dog our steps and burden our spirits. We are shaken, but not to the core. To try to dismiss doubt summarily — banishing it to the darkest corner we can find — does no good. Somehow it surfaces when we least expect it and we are, once again, ill at ease.

  • Looking beyond the shadow of doubt

     So often we have allowed doubt to cast a shadow on our faith. We let it tinge credence with incredulity, casting the gloom of uncertainty upon the grace of certitude. This causes distress and dismay to dog our steps and burden our spirits. We are shaken, but not to the core. To try to dismiss doubt summarily — banishing it to the darkest corner we can find — does no good. Somehow it surfaces when we least expect it and we are, once again, ill at ease.

  • Walking down the wrong road, talking

     

    One day my sister was busily discussing with me all that had happened in her young daughter’s life. She was engaged in a lively monologue of maternal advice and suggestions as I listened with the heart and ears of an older sibling who had been that route many years before. Neither of us noticed that we were not alone in the room, until a small voice interrupted our reverie. I smiled as I heard my niece tell her Mom, “You are walking down the wrong aisle, talking.” 

  • 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.