Hebrew scripture teaches us that the Spirit of God was not in the earthquake or the windstorm or the fire, but instead in the whisper—that still, small voice. Most assuredly it is. But I cannot help believing that every now and again the Spirit arrives with flapping wings and honking, too. Like that old gray goose.
The lesson for me, as the parent of a middle school child, was to pay closer attention.
The apostle writes his letter to folks who are feeling anxious, worried, insecure, and unsettled. They don’t know what the future holds for their lives, the church, their well-being, their community. Sound familiar?
Even the weakest faith can give us the strength to move mountains -- or climb them.
I am convinced that real change happens right where we are.
Jan. 20, 2011, marks the 50th anniversary of the inauguration of President John F. Kennedy, our nation's first (and still only) Roman Catholic head of state.
For more than 15 years, I didn't go to church (except for lots of visits in my professional capacity). When I was in my early 20s, the Episcopal church I attended regularly split.
Dragonflies have a way of turning up at threshold moments -- like God's early warning system for amazing grace.
Virtue is the road map for answering the question, How are we to live?
Jimmy Carter is imperfect; that's what makes him appealing.
Ah, February, the month that is, for those of us in northern climates, the coldest, darkest, and, blessedly, shortest month of the year. It is also the time when, as the St.
“No pleasure, no rapture, no exquisite sin greater than central air.” — The demon Azrael in Kevin Smith’s film Dogma
Patience may be a virtue, but it’s definitely not my strong suit. I hate to wait. H-A-T-E it.
