• Open my life, Lord



    Those of you who are my age … or a tad older or younger … may remember a silly ditty we chanted as children. It was a round that went like this: “What’s life? A magazine. How much does it cost? Ten cents. I’ve only got five. That’s life? What’s life?” On and on it went and we giggled at the nonsense without ever being conscious of the message.

  • Mercy … mercy … Lord, have mercy


    I had the privilege to attend a series based on an understanding of mercy. It was a grand, multifaceted, multi-dimensional, even multi-theological experience of the power and place of mercy in our lives as the people of God. It was a continuing immersion into an appreciation of what it means to say “mercy is the fabric of our lives as Christians and is the essence of the Gospel message.”

  • Receive children receive me

     I have frequently been amused by the translation in which Jesus is presented as saying, “Suffer the little children to come to me.” Suffer, indeed! Sometimes, it is all we can do. It is with anguished patience that we allow little children to come to us. Their antics, while initially funny and frolicsome can quickly become annoying and intrusive. Their foot stomping, loudly shouted “NO, I DON’T WANT TO!” or “NO I WON’T” is upsetting, irksome and smacks of needed discipline.

  • Sometimes being normal is not enough

     Thanks to the generosity of the powers that be at ATMC, I enjoyed a “price-less” viewing of “The Imitation Game” and “Philomena” — two movies I had missed seeing along the way. Both reinforced my questioning regarding the phenomenon of “being normal.” I have always wondered what those words meant.

  • Both problems and burning bushes can be found everywhere


  • God's house has many rooms
  • Thoughts for meditation during Lent



    Springtime brings renewal, a greening of winter’s barren brownness. It also ushers in the Lenten season of deepening reflection, retrospection, remembrance, repentance, and reconciliation. It is a greening, a softening of the hardened spirit and soul.

  • Didn't we just decorate the Christmas tree?


    I must be getting old faster than I think. Time escapes my grasp and causes me to gasp both with delicious delight and haunting horror. I may as well be singing along with Tevye and Goldie: “Sunrise, Sunset … swiftly flow the days!” No matter … the trees have long departed. The ornaments are stowed. Santa is hibernating. The parties have lessened. Gratefully, the ashes of memory persist.

  • Everything comes into view in the beam of a spotlight
  • We are all called to proclaim the mighty works of God

        Annually, the week between Jan. 18 and Jan. 25 is both designated and celebrated as the Week of Christian Unity. Most importantly, it is a week of prayerful recognition of our need to be united and one of petition that we will act positively and consistently to attain that goal. Year after year, we pray for something always hoped for but seldom a global reality. It is a week when our consciences are pricked, our consciousness is raised, and our commitment is recalled.