Maundy Thursday is a disquieting day for me — a cosmic juxtaposition of hope and despair that strikes on an intensely personal level. Here is how I put it into words. litany syrian war invades a campus that acts as a sanctuary the light shines in the darkness and the darkness cannot put it out…
by now in most marches — at least at this latitude Easter is made to look like a foregone conclusion new life springing forth in every bed and byway as though resurrection were as natural as daffodils but this year the dirt has stayed as cold as bones and the daffodils duped into blooming all…
I’ve sat here longer than usual tonight staring at the empty page, not because I don’t have ideas but because I’ve been trying to figure out what is best to say. Like many of you, I’m sure, I’ve read my share of blog posts and editorials and the like talking about what the Supreme Court…
One of the small memories of my senior year at Baylor is sitting talking to a friend in the Student Union Building as people walked by. Those who recognized us would inevitably ask, “How are you?” as they passed. My friend looked at me and said, “No one really wants to wait for the answer….
I haven’t written for a couple of days because we shipped up to Boston to surprise our foster daughter for her thirtieth birthday. We pulled off the surprise and had a wonderful whirlwind of a celebration. We awoke this morning to the Durham version of the stormy weather covering a good part of the country,…
This morning I watched the ESPN documentary on Jim Valvano and the 1983 NCAA Men’s Basketball Champion team from North Carolina State. For those of you who don’t know, NC State was the longest of long shots that year and Valvano’s life was cut short by cancer. Part of the documentary included his acceptance speech…
we’re a couple hours past our solstice sunset and tucked into the delicate balance of light and dark that make our old house hum my heart sings along with all it remembers one of our porch lights appears to have given up and left the lighting to the other one while we carry on behind…
we drove home at dusk from our day of errands and dreaming over coffee the sunset was hidden by the foggy veil that showed us only enough road to to keep us moving along every turn of the tires pushed back the curtain enough for another step as we talked about what we had to…
My semi-regular Sunday synthesis of NPR and morning worship began in my kitchen and a segment on Weekend Edition Sunday called “Reminder: Our Memories are Less Reliable Than We Think.” Charles Fernyhough, a researcher from England, has written a book called Pieces of Light that looks at how memory works and what we carry with…
For most of the past week I’ve been looking forward to a surprise. Ginger told me she had an adventure planned for this morning. Last night she told me I needed to be ready to walk out the door at eight. I was, even though I had no earthly idea where we were going. We…