Littermates
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When we begin to see all of humanity–and maybe all of the non-human created world, to boot–as “our litter”–something changes in us…and it’s precisely the “something” that hooks us to God. We forget about the power of grace–until it comes in on “little cat feet…(Read More)
Bet the Farm
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Our deepest yearnings become realities as we give over our illusion that we are in charge…(Read More)
Words Matter
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… the language of love that God imprinted on us at creation, during Jesus’s ministry and again at our baptism, often seems like a foreign tongue. It’s hard for us to trust in words like “grace,” “mercy,” and “forgiveness” for ourselves as being real, much less for us to speak and live them out…(Read More)
Can you taste it? Can you smell it? That bread baking and the invitation to the table…(Read More)
After everything they’ve been through, the disciples, quite understandably, are a bit confused about what Jesus is up to now. They seem to be looking for the stereotypical happy ending that we all hope will arrive to end our suffering. They are hoping this is the light at the end of a long, dark…(Read More)
by Linda McMillan Matthew 9:35-10:8(9-23) In the story of Little Red Riding Hood, a young girl is sent through the forest to Grandmother’s house. En route to Grandmother’s house she met a wolf, a big wolf, it was a very bad hombre of a wolf, and Little Red…(Read More)
People come together in times of trouble, and that’s a very good thing; it just seems to be that when there are no disasters or mass casualty events, many seem to think first of themselves and perhaps later they can think about other people…(Read More)
Sometimes that drive for perfection comes from a sincere desire make something the best it can be. Sometimes the push for perfection masks a desire to kill all initiative…(Read More)
Evelyn Underhill believed the transformed consciousness that results from contemplation yoked with self-examination is the true fruit of human evolution…(Read More)
I have always been drawn to the water. The infinite possibilities of an empty horizon, and the wash of air surrounding my body with its humid embrace speak to me of prayer. It seemed right, and a good and joyful thing to go down to the lake before our summer music camp began, to swim…(Read More)
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