Dear Anne, Thanks for the excellent report on the status of your Lenten practices. I’m jealous you found the self-denial-of-the-day app before me, though I am enjoying praying with my monks–they are definitely a keeper. I didn’t give up anything except my silly iPad games (which was a failure, not because I couldn’t give them up, but… Continue reading God’s Number One!
Dear Susan, You mentioned your bracket last week and I was incredibly impressed that you worked around Good Friday worship to accommodate the Virginia game on Friday night. Well done. So, how did you do in the Forty Day Lenten Smackdown? How did your Lenten bracket do? For my part, I have been impressed to… Continue reading March Madness
Dear Anne, And so we are here, Holy Week. Some of my Lenten practices are holding firm, some are wobbly and I confess that March Madness has been taking more brain space than is healthy and holy. Thankfully my Lent hasn’t taken quite the beating my bracket has. But today it begins, the Palm Sunday… Continue reading The Surly Bonds of Earth
Dear Susan, Forget germs. After the past couple of weeks, I have come to believe that the flu is one of Satan’s most insidious forms of physical and spiritual attack. While my body started to recover with mega-doses of anti-viral, there have been crazy nightmares that have come with this particular illness that have left… Continue reading One Tamiflu Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
Dear Anne, I went to Mass in heaven today. Technically, I went to Mass on Boca Grande Island, Florida, but close enough. Spending a few days on a sunny island is such a blessing for those of us living in the land of snow. A Holy Door in paradise. Seems like an embarrassment of riches!… Continue reading Heaven on Earth
Dear Susan, “Reach out your hands! What color is the light coming out of your fingertips?” As I walk through the active living part of my mom’s memory care facility, I note with some interest the very (handsome) young man leading yoga today. There is always something going on in this central section and… Continue reading I Wanna Hold Your Hand
Dear Anne, It’s not every day that you hear a reading from Exodus about Moses leading his people out of Egypt then walk out of church and see the Sphinx and a pyramid. Just another Sunday morning in Las Vegas. And that’s about the mildest juxtaposition of sacred and profane you will find on the Strip.… Continue reading Not Quite Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas