While in Texas, I had a chance to speak at St. Mark’s Episcopal Church in San Antonio. They hosted a “Food and Faith” luncheon that included recipes from the blog and the book and some great jazz piano. They also recorded my talk and have it available to listen and download at their website. You…
We’ve been wandering on streets where the stones tell stories and the river laughs and lingers just below the city streets: the veins of history flowing underneath the skin of sidewalks and skyscrapers. Time feels as wide as the boulevard in this middle child of a city; kindness is common currency, spoken and shared where…
I’ve been in the arena enough to know my lines. when it came my turn — our turn — we sang show a little faith there’s magic in the night — and then cheered as though we wrote the words or at least made them famous . . . two nights later I was cooking…
In the waning minutes of this Easter night that will slip into a day that will mark, among other things, the running of the Boston Marathon and our twenty-fourth wedding anniversary, I am grateful for life, for the signs of resurrection, for the indefatigable light that refuses to be extinguished. I am grateful for another…
These two lines greeted me in an email from a dear friend today: Go to the edge of a cliff and jump off. Build your wings on the way down. — Ray Bradbury My first connection was to my favorite Guy Clark song, “The Cape” — he’s one of those who knows that life is…
In our Adult Confirmation Class that has met during Lent, we talked about writing a statement of faith. We also discussed how inadequate the verb believe is as a translation of the Greek word for faith, which is a verb. Trust would be a better choice, as far as English goes. With that in mind,…
One of the joys of living in the South is a big front porch, and one of the traditions of our porch is we populate it with Boston ferns every Spring, leaving them up until well into the fall (or winter) until they make our place look a little like Boo Radley’s house. A week…
it’s the name I found when I went looking for what happened on Wednesday of the Week we’ve labeled Holy — using capital letters as though there were some sort of scripted suspense instead of a simple day of preparation for Passover, for supper together, and the selling of one friend by another. No cloaks….
One of the highlights of my Lenten season has been my repeated listening to the new Jackson Browne tribute project, Looking Into You. Most of the songs have been a part of the soundtrack of my life for as long as they have been public record and I love to hear him sing them, still…
the last one on the plane and he took the last seat between me and the young soldier on his way home the old man had white curls under a pork pie hat, thin black glasses, a white shirt under a tweed sportscoat his pants fastened where waists used to be he aimed his conversation…