“When we see love as the will to nurture one’s own or another’s spiritual growth, revealed through acts of care, respect, knowing, and assuming responsibility, the foundation of all love in our life is the same… Genuine love is the foundation of our engagement with ourselves, with family, with friends, with partners, with everyone weContinue reading “The hard work of love and friendship”
Rich Mullins was a musical hero to me. I didn’t have the Beatles or Bob Dylan. But in the Christian world and the plastic music of that time, Rich was real to me. In a time and place when you felt like you had to “look good” on the outside, Rich was a mess onContinue reading “The messy spirituality of Rich Mullins”
A high school school teacher asked her students to write a living author to give them advice. Only Kurt Vonnegut responded. His letter is wonderful.
Frederick Buechner died this week at the age of 96. While I did not read a lot of his work, I knew people who read his work and those people have a depth to them I truly admire. David Brooks as a great tribute to him in his column this week.
This could be a high holy day. Angelo Moriondo is credited with the first design of the espresso machine. My life is markedly different (and far more awake) as a result of this man’s ingenuity!
Charles J. Thompson entered this life on January 7, 1939 in Altamont, MO and peacefully left this earth on May 20, 2022 with his family by his side singing his favorite hymns. Charles, along with his mom and brothers and sisters, grew up on a farm in Galatin, MO. They worked the farm growing up,Continue reading “My Dad’s obituary”
This quote from Winn Collier is beautiful and true.
My greatest example of the magic of trivial conversation came from my late father. He was named “funniest-friendliest person” by the local newspaper in the small Texas county I was born in. Really. That’s a real award. My dad had friends across the political spectrum. He saw a person’s ability to find a moment ofContinue reading “Chat it up with people… what a difference”
The end of Dorothy Day’s autobiography: “But the final word is love. At times it has been, in the words of Father Zossima, a harsh and dreadful thing, and our very faith in love has been tried through fire.