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Religion

  • ‘Pistaco’ shows love abides in the end

    Love stories mingled with terror are not my usual reading fare. However, “Pistaco: A Tale of Love in the Andes,” written by Lynne Monahan intrigued me. At first, I was drawn to the fact the author had lived in Connecticut, my birthplace. There was another serendipitous surprise: the hero of the piece is described as a priest who served his early ministry in the Archdiocese of Hartford — where I had also spent many years in church work, as did Hubby Dear.

  • Pledging allegiance to our flag

    The Fourth of July is around the corner. Celebrations galore will mark the day. Interestingly, a recent TIME magazine featured an article about the birth of America’s flag obsession.

  • Concord United Methodist Church welcomes people for 100-plus years

    By Martha Koletar

    Special to the Beacon

    As you are driving on N.C. 211 (Southport/Supply Road) toward the intersection of U.S. 17 in Supply, there is a little white church, Concord United Methodist Church, sitting proudly in the shade of a magnificent, stately 300-year-old laurel oak, the oldest one in Brunswick County.

    Trees are important to this little church. Dogwoods have been planted to add to the beauty of its landscape, and it is customary to plant a Live Oak tree to honor all new baptisms.

  • Silence is sometimes deafening

    I read the book, “SILENCE” by Shusaku Endo. I watched the movie. Both experiences left me pondering the presence of pervading doubt emanating from a perceived absence of God. It is the subtle specter of silence that is not quiet. It disturbs, distracts and often results in false discernment. Silence, in this case, provides neither spiritual nor physical solace. At the same time, it is a profound absence that evokes an equally profound presence.

  • ‘Manchester by the Sea’: A journey of love, community, sacrifice and hope
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  • 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.