Here is the link to my work blog, which will comment on Francis’s visit throughout these days. http://www.mercerschool.org/deans_blogDetail.php?13 And photos from the New York Times on September 23’s activities: http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2015/09/19/us/pope-francis-daily-photos.html?ref=liveblog
What is the call of a priest?… More Called in Grace; Serving Gracefully
via Compassion for Refugees Isn’t Enough – The New York Times. Nicholas Kristof’s words are a call to the only kind of action that can begin to deal with the underlying realities that will threaten otherwise to engulf the planet.
Praying and a jumpy 21st century mind.… More Morning Praying. The Joy and the Challenge.
Last evening, today, when I see the photo of Aylan, I wonder at how much it takes to bring me to pull me out of my own little world, to broaden my vision beyond the concerns that take up 98% of my consciousness from day to day, to wake me up.… More Aylan, Humanity, Sorrow, and the Call to Be More
The new month opens her eyes here into beauty. This day of prayer for creation focuses hearts and minds, I hope, on something so fundamental and obvious: We receive this world as a primordial gift. At birth, indeed before birth, each of us becomes a stakeholder in the health and wellbeing of the planet, the… More Receive the gift given every day.
Whenever I am on Job’s Pond in the morning, my neighbor beyond the yew tree is up early and I hear the sounds of utensils and dishes; spoons hitting the edges of tables; eggs being broken open and the like. Every morning, in her 81st year, she arises and joins God in the activity of… More Something is baking.
Tonight it is different.… More There is an end. And a beginning.
Is human life a numbers game? Or is it something more?… More China, $$$, Disaster, and Hope
During the two years just before and after I was twenty I had two experiences which led to religious conversion. The first occurred when I was waiting at a bus stop on a wet afternoon. It was opposite the Odeon cinema, outside the station, and I was surrounded by people, shops, cars. A friend was… More “Travelling In,” by Monica Furlong