The Disturbing Practice That Requires Courage
One of the heralded benefits of these pandemic times is that we are forced to slow down. We may even discover a deeper appreciation of the parts and people of our life. During the past few years,...
Yearning for More Delight Than I Find in the Flickering Blue Neon
I yearn for more than the neon blue light flickering from my screens. I am grateful that during the pandemic’s darkening days, lights of different colours began to appear. Was their appearance earlier...
Podcast #2 – Generators of Joy
I begin with a confession and an affirmation.Discriminating listeners - as are you all - will notice that the title of the latest podcast is “three Generators of Joy.” In fact, once you listen you wil...
Finding Joy in a Year of Darkness and Fake News
Too long has passed between posts during this pandemic time. However, I have not been idle. I have been nudged out of the doldrums through work with Amy Van Wensem on a podcast. Four episodes will app...
Assurance: A Complex Spiritual Experience
We look for the numbers, the tally of our success. How many new cases of COVID-19? The number of people who are in intensive care, who has recovered and, sadly, those who have died. Show us the graph....
Will My List Make Me Less or More Wonderful?
The empty tomb of Easter clearly shows in the rear view mirror. Hope renewed, new life has been proclaimed. What will the next age resemble? One month into the restricted movement phas...
Holy Saturday – Life in a Time of Disruptive Uncertainty
In the Christian year, the day between Good Friday, the day of the execution of Jesus, and Easter morning, the dawn of new life, is called Holy Saturday. Most often observed in the Roman Catholic trad...
Betrayal
Betrayal shatters trust like a rock through a picture window. And it often comes with little warning. Seemingly, in an instant, life, as assumed, dissolves. None of our responses to betrayal are ...
Faith Under Siege
My faith is under attack. While COVID-19 pummels the body, my soul feels under siege. My ability to trust strains under the load of all the things I do not know. Some days, some hours are better ...
Loss, Grief and Mourning
I remember the moment vividly.Dad was in Rose Wood, the care home that would be his final stop. He reached around to the back pocket of his green twill work pants to pull out the weathered, dog-e...