I stepped out of the psych ward and into the hall after visiting—we’ll call her Suzy. She was a preteen; a basketball playing, honest yet sneaky, beautiful, hilarious little girl.
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Our days on Iona were coming to a close. I had climbed Dun I. I had walked a good bit and had viewed the North Atlantic from every side of the isle. I had broken bread with pilgrims.
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The names in the following haven’t been changed to protect the innocent. No one in the following is innocent.
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The Lord’s Prayer, The Jesus Prayer, breath prayer, prompted prayer, extemporaneous prayer, be still and know…
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What would your theology be in one, simple sentence?
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In Luke, chapter 18, Jesus tells a story about two men praying in the synagogue. One is reminding himself, and God, that he is living the good life.
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The first chapter of The Samaritan’s Friend is my retelling of the marriage at Cana; the wedding recounted in John, chapter two, where the water gets turned into wine.
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Her snaggle teeth flashed in her grin as she rushed to the entrance of the school-turned-arts-center. She had her very own violin in it’s very own case.
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The risers jounced and rebounded under the pounding of a thousand jumping feet. The stadium air reached body temperature as the exhaled shouts formed a miasma of heat and sound.
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Take a look around you. Just in your very immediate surroundings (three-foot radius with you at the center), how many things are there to keep you from being bored?
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live this life and do whatever is done, in a spirit of loving kindness.
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How does one live one by one? To see each car that passes, not as a soulless mechanized obstacle, but as a vehicle containing someone…
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Fact: a paper bag used to bring home various comestibles is a grocery bag, sack, or, apparently, a poke. It is not a robot mask.
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Breakfast begins right after the dinner dishes are done. After the dishwasher is started, I set up my coffee to drip, automatically, at 7:25 am and mix together breakfast.
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In the beginning was the Word... In the beginning, God said let there be…What does it mean to create?
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The Feast of All Saints is an invitation to remember. Not just a fond reminiscence, but “a deeper, slower kind of remembering; it means remembering as a searching and finding.” (Buechner, A Crazy, Holy Grace, 60)
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The Feast of All Saints is an invitation to remember. Not just a fond reminiscence, but “a deeper, slower kind of remembering; it means remembering as a searching and finding.” (Buechner, A Crazy, Holy Grace, 60)
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Oh God of all the Saints, We come to you as a people not simply as individuals. We gather together and pray to you as a community of Saints, both living and in glory.
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The Feast of All Saints is celebrated on the first day of November. It is a day that we remember. Today I am remembering Frederick Buechner.
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My daughter and I were on a walk today when she gasped and pointed with a breathless, “Look at that one!”
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