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Religion

  • Learning to serve empowers serving to learn

    From the time I was a little girl, I have been intrigued with the multiple ways one can learn. Long ago, I read “Maida’s Little School,” a wonderful tale of innovative, intentional, experiential learning. The book described a learning process totally foreign to the educational system of the day. Likely, it remains known but rarely implemented today. There are efforts in the Montessori schools and probably other private places, but the vast majority of educational sites appear to be more deliberately institutional than they are daringly experiential.

  • Every viewpoint is a view from one point
  • What I learned on the day the oatmeal boiled over

    “Good morning!” Those were the lovely words I heard as Hubby Dear came into the kitchen. Mr. Cheeriness is he whose awakened eyes are twinned with his lips, causing both to be operative simultaneously. My response, offered politely and sometimes even gently, yet lacked his exuberance. 

  • Magical moments stir the heart

    The Jan. 6 feast of the Epiphany looms large in some denominations and in many countries. This is the designated time for gift exchanges, in the manner of the Magi who traveled afar to meet, greet, and gift the Christ Child with their presence, homage, and love. In a manner far different from the commercial hustle and bustle of Christmas buying, these are the gifts of the gold of our lives, the incense of compassion, and the myrrh of suffering. They are the gifts of relationship. 

  • Winter’s cold enhances summer’s heat

    I just read an article that both delighted me and gave me pause. It called me to contemplate my winter angst. It asked for a rethinking of the statement I offer to explain away any perceived iciness or discontent. I tell everyone: “I give myself one season of discontent and that is winter!” Summer’s heat must be borne as gift. Its humidity now becomes moisture for the spirit. All is well in summertime because Winter is declared the season of my discontent!

  • Numbers make the news

    Numbers make the news! In every form of media, numbers define comedy or tragedy, fantasy or reality. Crowds fascinate us. The count of attendees marks success or failure. Grades denote intelligence. It’s all around us, infecting and affecting our perceptions. We say one person can make a difference, yet we take notice of hundreds or thousands, few or many. True, we say “the more, the merrier” as we greet unexpected guests. In the welcome, do we do intend another meaning: “the fewer, the sadder.”

  • What am I waiting for?

    It’s Advent. Actually, we are already nearing the third week of Advent and past the midway point. Many Christian denominations set aside this month of Sundays as time and opportunity for probing questions to arise and emerge. There is a sense of expectancy suffusing this season. Jingling bells and jangling nerves cannot deny, define or describe it. Unfortunately, they can serve to diffuse it and offer distractions. 

  • Silence is more than speechlessness

    I recently read an article by Carolyn Gregoire in which she proclaimed the value of silence. In our house, quiet reigns supreme. It’s not that Hubby Dear and I never talk. More to the point, it is about giving ourselves time to be still and know the presence of divinity in our midst. Even more so, it is allowing ourselves to be quiet in the presence so that we can experience it everywhere and in everyone.

  • What does it mean to be a person?

    I remember the day and time when I first heard someone refer to my infant daughter as a person. The wooden threshold of our kitchen doorway was in need of repair. I began the typical search for a carpenter to fix it and stumbled upon a delightful man who arrived with tools in hand and a smile on his face. A heavy accent indicated his Jewish heritage and made our conversation a tad stilted at first.

  • On being thanks-givers

    Note: This is an amended version of a column published in 2003 when I first became the Beacon’s religion columnist.