• Life is a learning process when we are bound in the spirit

    Sometimes it seems as if the scriptures paint a picture of impossibilities. They appear to be impossibly unreachable, impossibly untouchable, impossibly impractical. To think about a time and place where opposites live together harmoniously and communally appears to be a waste of time and energy. I can hear Hubby Dear’s usual retort, given when I present him with ideas that suggest unorthodox combinations of people or ideas. “It’ll never happen!” says he. “You’re wasting your time!”

  • Hoarding inhibits happiness

    I am not a fan of reality shows. In my view, they distort reality, make it a hoax at best and a horror at its worst. Among those invaders, the one depicting life as a hoarder, is most disturbing. The reason probably stems from the storing of goods, materials, ideas and emotions all of us have experienced at one time or other.

  • In goodness or malice, the world can be ruled with words

    The brief respite between holidays became my nesting place and resting place with words. I read until my eyes grew weary and my brain could not absorb another thought. To say the least, it was fun. To tell the truth, I relished every moment.
    First came the painful journey through life with “The Book Thief,” who learned from firsthand experience “the Fuhrer decided that he would rule the world with words.” He opined he would never fire a gun because he would not have to do so —an opinion he never actually followed into action.

  • Prayer for Christian Unity: Has Christ been divided?

    As noted by the Graymoor Ecumenical and Interreligious Institute, the traditional period in the Northern Hemisphere for the Week of Prayer for Christian Unity is Jan. 18-25. Proposed in 1908, these dates bridge the dates for the feasts of the Chair of Peter (Jan. 18) and the Conversion of St. Paul (Jan. 25), and therefore, have symbolic significance.

  • Check to see the lighthouse of faith from within

    Recently, I attended a funeral for a parishioner who had requested the singing of “This Little Light of Mine” as the opening hymn. The song was both an unusual choice and a heart-rending one. It evoked smiles on the faces of the attendees, mostly retired. Here we were, aging adults, singing a children’s song, alive with rhythm. I guess we all felt it was inappropriate to clap our hands, but the song surely begged our indulgence.

  • Love isn’t about how to survive the storm; it’s about dancing in the rain

    I am always amazed at the serendipitous happenings of life. I guess it is better said they happen in life and with it. Typically, my day begins with some quiet time. It’s spent with prayer, either at my computer or with reading material or enticed by a word or two from Hubby Dear. This day was no exception. In the midst of silence, ideas emerged, memories were recalled.

  • What can we learn about God from advertising?

    My eyes dart to view billboards, church signs, and magazine ads. They are often intriguing and evoke alternative thinking. When my neighbor arrived with a lovely bunch of Time magazines, I was in heaven. Ads galore would delight my roving mind. At least, that was my hope. I was not disappointed.

  • A surprising bell-ringer rings in Christmas

    It was a balmy day — great for shopping. I had an itch to update my wardrobe that needed to be scratched. Coupons in hand, I persuaded Hubby Dear to drive to Belk. As usual, with book in hand, he opted to wait patiently in the car while I made my way through the markdowns.

  • Advent is pregnant with life, laboring with expectancy
  • Don’t just do something. Stand there!

    A friend told me he once had a T-shirt emblazoned with the command: “Don’t just do something. Stand there!” I’ll bet some folks thought he got it at a discount, because the message was skewed. At the very least, it must have caused a second look ... even a second thought.