• Florence visited and faith was rediscovered
  • Life is rediscovered at a pool party

    Come to the party … a pool party to celebrate whatever needs to be celebrated. Come and be with us. Celebrate the “us-ness” we are before it’s too late to remember it or too soon forgotten. Pray for sunshine to add a glow to our presence. Pray for a hold-back on rain which might evoke tears. Pray in thanksgiving for pools, parties, and people to love.

  • It’s more than just another April story

    Just when I think I’ve run out of April stories, another episode arrives to fill my spirit and lift my heart. I feel like those authors whose books entrance folks with tales of individuals who become as familiar as family members through the details of their lives told in stories of joy and sorrow.

  • The eyes have it: seeking ayes of affirmation


    Your eyes are not deceiving you. I did not mean to write “ayes” only to have a computer override. The fact is I have reached the age and time for the necessary but dreaded cataract surgery. A life-long optimist, I never thought my sight would be impaired to the point when I’d be subject to the wiles and work of an ophthalmologist. My eyes have had it and I’m paying the price of their discipleship!

  • When the unexpected destroys the expected

    I was happily composing a column to be in queue for future publication, as is my overachieving wont. Happiness, for me, is to have a stock of possibilities lest my writing well runs dry. I smile with delight, pleased with my accomplishment as I click “save” and call it a good day’s work. God’s in heaven and all’s right with my world.

  • What happens when a three-letter word demands a fourth letter?

    Does the headline grab you? Is it intriguing or simply confusing? Perhaps it’s both … and more. The three-letter word I am referencing is ALL. All is such a common creature, easily spoken but hardly understood, or deeply heard. All commands attentiveness to the entirety of things, of people, of creation as subjects to be reverenced rather than objects to be reviled. All makes walking divinity’s narrow road much more confusing and complicated than the apparent simplicity of the broad, unfettered, well-paved road of life.

  • Forceful faith lies in the shadows of life

    Traditionally in the northern hemisphere, the week of prayer is celebrated Jan. 18-25 and is sandwiched between the feasts of St. Peter and St. Paul. It also encompasses a time of remembrance of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and a Day of Prayer for the Unborn. According to the World Council of Churches, “At least once a year, Christians are reminded of Jesus’ prayer for his disciples that ‘they may be one so that the world may believe.’ “

  • The sacrament of scrapbooking
  • To wait for inspiration is to walk by faith

    I was in the middle ages of my life and a graduate student when I met Patrick Mooney, a priest-poet and guest lecturer. His engaging presence and presentation evoked a desire to serve in our student minds and hearts. Though I was then less inclined to speak my thoughts, surely fearful of receiving a reprimand for my audacity and a lower grade to boot, I yet dared to offer a small critique. “Your photographs only depict fair-skinned, blue-eyed children with curly blond hair. Where are the others?”

  • Got lemons? Make lemonade

    I can recall hearing my elders, not necessarily my parents, offering me a bromide to assuage my anger and/or angst with the dubious gifts life brought. Their motivation was clearly understood as an effort to ease my way into acceptance of whatever irksome event, person or experience waited in the wings of the day. They meant well, even good, but I roiled at the saccharine sense of the message. At least, I perceived it as the “spoonful of sugar that would make the medicine go down” and I was not at all convinced I wanted or needed the prescribed solution.