Two Canadian girls on a trip not knowing a single word of Gaelic. Reading these street names, we don’t even know whether it means North, South, East or West. We kept on walking on the island that is thick with … Continue reading →
I want to die, she said. Wait until I made you Italian Wedding Soup. I’m coming over this weekend to make you a pot, I said. Jan and I love to watch the cooking lesson at the Food Network Channel. … Continue reading →
A lot of life that is about waiting. Waiting until you’re old enough to drive, or go off to college, or marry the love of your life, or…. You get the picture. The life of faith is something like that, too. Theologians are fond of saying we live in the “in-between” time of Christ’s first coming and Christ’s return. Much, we pray, will be made right when Christ comes again. But that doesn’t mean we don’t have anything to do “in the meantime.” Whatever end awaits us, in the meantime we can care for those around us, have courage, share hope, love those around us, strive for what is best, and a whole host of other things.
But that can be hard. As W.H. Auden once wrote, the time being can be “the hardest time of all.” So I wanted to create a place where we can encourage each other in faith and life…in the meantime.
She wakes up in the middle of her dream I can easily dream within a dream Sleep means a good night rest for her Sleep means never to wake up for me Sleep and dream, a common bond. If you … Continue reading →
This poem is in memory of a long-time friend and it was written on the wall of her bedroom. I call JGB, Mother of Perpetual Sorrow. And this poem describes her the most. I suppose, I learnt so much about … Continue reading →
Are you the air that I breathe that gives me life? Are you the wind that caresses my body? Are you the birds that sing sweet melodies? Are you the rain that washes away my tears? Is that you i … Continue reading →