>> a poem by Ernesto Cardenal, an interpretation of the biblical Psalm 22, of David, from Cardenal's "Salmos de este mome...
Why I Don't Drink Alcohol
Sparkling apple juice for me, please! In brief, here are 5 reasons why I'm a very happy teetotaler. 1. The taste. Ewww. Peo...
I was made for this
Were some of us made for the desert and some for the trees? Some for the bluffs and some for the sea? Some for the warmth at the earth's...
We Need to Clasp A Hand That Is Warm
This warmed my heart so much. I want these words to be my own. Read this aloud to help you hear it. What am I to think when ...
You're Embarrassing Me
Conversations like this rarely happen in homes of fathers and daughters, but it happened frequently in mine during my teenage years. ...
Make No Image
I've been concerned about the "masculinity" of God. Why does God call "Himself" a "He"? Doesn't it ...
God Eats Mashed Potatoes With a Fork
God is an old white man in the sky >> I'm sure you'd disagree. And so would I. And so would everyone ( including G...
The Hugs Really Are Free
robertphotographics.com Today we went out onto the streets of Chicago to give free hugs to strangers. We were stationed next to a train...
Drunk & Reassured
Busyness is the most prevalent drunkenness of the modern age. "Busyness serves as a kind of existential reassurance, a hedge against ...
We were impressed
We were impressed by the burning bush and the pillar of fire. We thought God was close in the Angel and in the Shekinah. But He wanted to b...
I Love To Hear My Husband Sing
I love to hear my husband sing, because he sings like he lives: straightforwardly, honestly, without pretense, without effort to i...
Like a Bat in the Kingdom of Men
But we see Jesus, who was made a little lower than the angels for the suffering of death, crowned with glory and honor tha...
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