lenten journal: just a thought
just a thought
after a supper
that took a turn
they didn’t understand
and an arrest
that left them lost
we do well to remember
not one of them said
“I’ll see you Sunday”
Peace,
MIlton
just a thought
after a supper
that took a turn
they didn’t understand
and an arrest
that left them lost
we do well to remember
not one of them said
“I’ll see you Sunday”
Peace,
MIlton
Today has been a difficult day. I struggled to find words. I might do better to say these words found me. lost and found everything rides on the conjunction— and, not or. I am both. lost in grief, and found by friends; full of joy, and broken hearted. grief house rock— what’s my function? Peace,…
On Thursday morning I walk across the Green to meet my friend Peter for coffee at Cilantro, the one coffee shop that opens at 7. I follow the sidewalk down the center and then take the spoke that gets me to the crosswalk and then to coffee and friendship. Peter and I have been meeting…
I saw Joy dressed as a postal worker tenaciously attempting to infect everyone in line up against Impatience in the form of a woman still in her workout clothes complete with jewelry and then I stood behind Clumsy or so she seemed — dressed in faux fur and fumbling at the self-serve machine I was…
I started a new Wendell Berry essay this morning, knowing I didn’t really have the energy to read the whole thing, and he still got me with his opening paragraphs: A sentence of my own, written thirteen years ago, has stayed in my mind. In it, I was speaking of the connection between my work…
I think it was the early Nineties when I first started keeping a Lenten Journal as a spiritual practice. It was before I had e-mail or any kind of web access. For the first few years, I would choose one friend and write him or her an entry everyday without their even knowing I was…
without you if I quote the words you can probably say them with me “you’ve been given a great gift George: a chance to see what the world would be like without you” but the gift of without that most of us get comes wrapped as grief the chance to learn what the world is…
So wise! Best 20 second sermon ever! Thanks, Milton!