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Religion

  • A Second Look: The Green Book evokes the power of relationship

    I love to go to the movies. The only challenge is my inability to sit in the dark while trying to take notes on what hits my heart or mind or need in order to enable a later recording what I now see.

  • Wisdom living involves growing pains

    Last week, I wrote about doing time with a promise of another aspect of becoming wise and wonder-filled. This involves the inevitability of growing pains.

    Fr. James Martin labels it “praying in times of division” and mentions that those dividing moments are more than today’s dilemma. They have been part and parcel of becoming church since the days when the apostles tried to spread the news of resurrection from death into life.

  • To be alive is to go beyond doing time

    I am always amazed when I stumble upon essays or books or articles that both intrigue me and cause me to stop, reflect, ponder and pray. Two such items fairly exploded into my hands as I was making sure I had read the opening sections in the May issue of “Give Us This Day.” Typically I begin the month with an entry into the initial wisdom pieces. Somehow the routine escaped me, so here I was, nearly at month’s end, without having placed even a wandering eye on the aforementioned words. 

  • A Second Look: When graduation becomes commencement into new life

    As usual, Hubby Dear had an idea for a column. He was reading a section from the book he’d received for his birthday when he declared it would be a great column for this graduation season. Also, as usual, I read the passage but was inspired to go a different route. 

  • A Second Look: What does it mean to receive and deliver good news?

    My story began in March, some details have already been described, but much more has occurred since then.

    It had been a difficult week for me. I had tripped, falling over a small stool that was hiding in plain sight. The immediacy of the pain signaled something not-so-good had occurred. Sure enough, it had. Thankfully, it was not a fracture. It was simply a sprain.

    Did I just type those words? Simply? Not by a long shot. The persistent ache took over my life. I was not a gracious receiver of the good news. I was an announcer of the diminishment of my life.

  • Weaving sunshine out of the falling rain

    As I perused the articles I had sent as copy to the Beacon these past few weeks, I noted that pain had been of primary interest.

    Here we are, in the wonderful springtime of the year, and I am still focused on pain. Sounds pretty pitiful, doesn’t it? Yet, there must be a reasoned cause for this reality, other than awful self-absorption and clinging to a “Poor Ole Me” attitude.

  • To serve is to ask how may I help?

    While I was playing with my new toy, an iPad, I discovered a marvelous treat — the capability of watching past episodes of “New Amsterdam.”

    That may seem silly to many folks. I suspect my children and grandchildren will be smiling as they mutter “Duh! This is news?”

  • Where is God when hellfire threatens utter destruction?

    “Let us not look back in anger, nor forward in fear, but around in awareness,” James Thurber.

  • What does it mean to call a week holy?

    It hardly seems possible that the 40 days of Lent have brought us to the final seven days of solemnity observed in a variety of ways as Holy Week.

    For some, this may not be marked with a drastic change of schedule. Schools are yet in session. Supermarkets and other venues still have some chocolate bunnies or marshmallow Peeps for sale. Easter bonnets no longer hold popularity but department stores continue to stock spring frocks and footwear to mark this time of year.

  • A Second Look: To love means to wait on a hill of hope: a parable of life

    “The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new.”— Dan Millman

    The sounds of shouting and arguing were deafening. It wasn’t the first time those angry noises had resounded in the house. No matter whose stories had been told about loving and sharing and brotherliness, no matter how often the virtues of peacefulness and understanding were described, the two siblings were filled with hostility.