The psalmist first dons the mantel of a lyric poet and then of a wise man.
His heart leaps with joy as he gazes on the beauty of creation. He sees the sun as a bridegroom coming forth “from his wedding canopy” (NRSV translation), and then traces its progress from one end of the heavens to the other.
His...
I have a confession to make. As much as I love my kids, I don’t like going to their sports games. It has nothing to do with the kids. It has everything to do with the parents.
A few weeks ago, a dad from one of our school’s teams was ejected for yelling at the umpire. The coach was also...
One day, I looked up and I was 35 years old.
A few months later, I looked up and a disturbing number of my friends were facing issues with their marriages. Big issues. As in, “I think I might leave” issues.
It’s affecting friends male and female alike, at varying stages in their marriages,...
Do you remember that song? It’s part of my childhood. It’s a sad song when you think about it: “Go tell Aunt Rhody…the old grey goose is dead…. She died in the millpond…standing on her head…. The goslings are crying….”
What brought this song to mind? Well, my...
When I worked in the Philippines we Franciscans used to refer to those who were nearing death as being “in the pre-departure area.” Perhaps it was our way of denying death or preparing ourselves to accept the fact that one of our Franciscan brothers was nearing it. If I recall, it was a retired priest...
