This is how the incarnation begins. It has always been this way, and it will always be this way, in darkness, endless, perpetual incarnation in
“I Grow Old, I Grow Old …” —T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock T.S. Eliot’s famous poem, The Love Song of J.
Our son is in a good and loud rock band. As I have been listening to the songs there is one particular tune that seems
“What extraordinary love can emerge from so much death? And yet, Noah, at this moment, knows, as no one has before him, that he is
“God does not wait until we die to begin this process of opening to the full vista of God’s Glory awaiting us beyond the veil
Her wooden yardstick measured things precisely. She moved methodically around each corner with practised ease — touching here, tugging there. Even though she was far away, it
“Can somebody get the baby? “He needs to get up!” (The call is music to my ears.) “I will,” I shouted, as I ran for
Where do we come from? What are we? Where are we going? Paul Gauguin Elephants communicate with each other below the range of human hearing.
As human beings, we need to be open to the hungers of our soul. We need to be brave enough to turn toward the infinite
When Jesus speaks of himself as “the Way, the Truth and the Life” we would not be far wrong to be hearing him say “I
The first step to God is always a question. It is always a question that opens the door; one thinks of the many questions in
The call of God comes to you as the primary hunger of your heart. All our primary hungers originate in God’s hunger for our happiness.
In the nighttime when you are searching for answers, Yahweh comes to you. When you stretch out your arms and offer up broken phrases of
Humans are curious creatures. And by ‘curious’ I mean odd. Endowed with remarkable powers of observation and rational power, humans often refuse to be either
This writing is dedicated to the memory of two men. The first on my mind is Randal, who was struck by a car when he
The church hall was filled with children — running, skipping, letting loose – how easily children get back up on their feet! There were street folks too — ‘psychiatric
Candles the colour of honey flickered silently on either side of the low passage to the burial chamber. Bowing to enter, we three then stood
Lent is a time for tracking thoughts to their origin. This ‘tracking’ can take us across surprising ground. Sometimes the hunt begins with an interruption.
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