The long fur on her legs and skirt is a silken drug. My doctor says the pain in my thumbs is osteoarthritis, which being translated means: “Because you’ve succeeded at living to your late sixties, the cartilage in your thumb joints is now gone.” “Where did it go?” No response from the orthopedist. … More Furry Elixir
I look forward to Ash Wednesday every year. We’re part of a Baptist church that dabbles in the rich liturgies of the ancient church. Some time ago our former pastor introduced us to the old liturgy: ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The first year we found the ritual strange, but over time its potency … More Dust and Ashes
Thanks, Dad. I’m thinking about him today. Dad died 1½ years ago at 92, having lived a long and good life. As I think back today, I’m recalling how he enjoyed life, loved God and his family, and worked really hard at a job he adored for 36 years as a professor and administrator at a Christian … More Thanks, Dad
The great Kenotic Hymn of Christ in Philippians 2 describes him as one who “did not regard equality with God something to be grasped, but emptied himself, taking on the form of a servant.” That humble, vulnerable emptying reached its depths in the cruelty of the crucifixion. Ron Rolheiser (Sacred Fire, ch. 9) has noted that … More The Passion which Is Passivity
An Ever-Flowing Stream 