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Sunday, March 31, 2024, The Resurrection of the LordReadings: Isaiah 25:6–9, Psalm 118, 1 Corinthians 15:1-28, John 20:1-18 On this first day of the week, in ...
Category: reflections
Extraordinarily Ordinary
Sunday, December 24, 2023, the Fourth Sunday of AdventReadings: Genesis 18:1-15; Luke 1:5-56 Almost from the time the leaves begin to yellow, we begin thinking ...
Ready, and Waiting
A firm opinion I hold regarding the Church as an institution is that it must be present, be consistent, and be ready to meet people wherever they are. This mean...
Giving Up
Beware this trap. I’ve been in congregations of varying size, the largest of which was Catholic. The second largest of which was located at the intersection o...
The Beloved Family of God
Sunday, September 10, the 15th Sunday after PentecostReadings: Ezekiel, 33:7-11; Psalm 119:33–40; Romans 13:8-14; Matthew 18:11-22 Peter has no questions abou...
While It Was Still Dark
I’ve been thinking about this verse from Sunday, and particularly about “while it was still dark,” as the preacher attempted to make a point a...
The Trouble with Populism
“casting their ballots for the party that, despite its other failings, keeps entitlements inviolate, supports collective bargaining and has sought to ease the...
Brothers
I once was able to escape entirely into books, and could leave the world behind until one was done, no matter the troubles troubling my heart. My brother, a mer...
Serving Mammon
On Marketplace last night, Kai Ryssdal stated the unspoken obvious: “Guns are a business. A big business multi-billion dollar business in this country.†Iâ€...
Evidence
This here book I’m reading is older than I am, but just by a hair. It was checked out four times before I was born; the last just in time. It remained popular...
Summa cum laude
Number One Daughter graduates from SUNY New Paltz tomorrow. What next for her? Number Two Daughter has returned home from for the Summer and is between plans. I...
An End, But Not The End
Toward the end of March 2020, searching the Internet for some solace
No One is Mowing Today
No one is mowing today. The dawn chorus sang its morning song for hours, until the hint of summer rose too high. Then the mourning dove announced it must be noo...
The Outliers
The population bump has reached the right-hand end of the curve: “The aging of baby boomers, those born between 1946 and 1964, who were ages 57 to 75 in 2...
Making Mountains out of Motu Proprio Traditionis Custodes
Pope Francis yesterday published, motu proprio, Traditionis custodes, revising certain regulations regarding the observance of what is commonly called the Tradi...
There is no pent-up demand
A story on Marketplace yesterday on euphoric shoppers on a spree after getting vaccinated suggests that there is pent-up demand that will explode once the enfor...
Roundabouts make better intersections
I hate cars. But really what I hate are the changes attendant on cars: the distance, the ugliness, the isolation, the fear. I hate the distance between houses, ...
Tinnitus
About a month ago, shortly after my annual physical, I was sitting in the quiet between the ending of the daily conference calls and dinner, and I noticed a sou...
Missing Conversations
The advantage of Twitter, Facebook, and their ilk is that you can see your readers, all two of them, and they might become interlocutors. While I like talking t...