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The Sea Creates Ships; Love Makes Relationships

The writer most of know as the creator of The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupery, said: “If you want to build a ship, don’t herd people together to collect wood and don’t assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the...

Baptism and What it Means to be Human

Last Sunday morning, as did many Christians, we remembered the baptism of Jesus.  We gave thanks for great gifts of grace and mercy which flow into us and surround us through our immersion in the love of God made known in Jesus’ life, teachings, death and...

Alive in the World

Jackson Browne sang: I want to live in the world not inside my head. . . To open my eyes and wake up alive in the world To open my eyes and fully arrive in the world. Me too.  I want to hear the blues singer on the street and to tap my feet to bluegrass in a...

Slowing Down, Being Still, and Knowing

Most of us know something about the insidious effects of speed; the relentlessly hurried pace and increasingly hassled pressure of our lives aren’t good for us.  From early in the morning until late in the evening, a lot of us sprint from one thing to...

A Blessing for the End of the Year

Here is my benediction from the last Sunday of the year. The idea (and phrase) to “bless the year” came from John O’Donnohue. His blessing of the year is different from mine, but there are echoes of his here, especially in the phrase “bless the year for all you have...

The Year Ahead: Becoming Childlike

Increasingly, I think that “growing up” means moving from childishness to childlikeness.   So, one of my hopes and intentions for the New Year is to become more childlike.  I want to live with more wonder, openness, playfulness and, most of all,...

The Word Became Flesh

The Gospel of John compressed the Christmas story into a single and shimmering sentence: “The Word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen his glory, the glory as of a father’s unique son, full of grace and truth.”’ No peasant parents, singing angels,...

The Light of Advent

Jesus is the bright dawn of hope toward which we rise from nights of despair; the searchlight of justice, which leads us to peace; the candle of joy which even  the high winds of sorrow and gusts of grief cannot extinguish; and the blazing fire of love which...

Joy is Why We are Here

Many years ago, my family bought me a sweatshirt that pictured a grim and sour-looking man who stood, arms folded tightly against his chest, in a shadowy corner at a Christmas party.  Below the picture was this caption: “Mr. Bah-Humbug.”  It’s not a good...

Walking in Circles

I was hiking in the Pisgah National Forest on a trail which was new to me.  I had an old trail guide, and, after I had been walking for a long while, I realized that that map didn’t match the territory.  Markers on the trail were scarce, and they weren’t as...