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Religion

  • Information aversion means knowing less than we need to know

    Have you ever laughingly placed your hands in a defensive position in front of your face and declared, “That’s more information than I need to know!” Usually it happens when someone is offering personal, intimate, even graphic tidbits about health or hygiene. Embarrassment invades the space between speaker and listener and we’d rather not be party to the proffered data.

  • Lessons from grandchildren are precious and powerful

    Typically, grandparents are the conveyors of wisdom and advice. However, during a recent visit to Connecticut, I had the marvelous experience of being both recipient and participant in the wisdom of two granddaughters: Audrey, a college junior, and Katie, entering her freshman year. Each young woman has her own distinct personality, preferences and angst. Both share a common work ethic, the desire to be and do their very best, whatever the endeavor.

  • Synagogue stones bear rock-hard reality

     It was the last day of our Connecticut trip, the climax to an emotional five days that included the final memorial service for our daughter, Jeannine. I suspected it would be a roller coaster ride soaring upward with faith and trust only to descend into a pit of sadness. This was the service where family and longtime friends arrived to mourn our loss while rejoicing in Jeannine’s — and heaven’s — gain. Despite my best efforts to prepare for it, my heart broke and tears flowed with grand abandon.

  • Who you are is good enough

     Frequently, it boggles the mind to read about folks who are philanthropists. Once millionaires, now billionaires, they are generous individuals whose names are emblazoned on college buildings and remembered as being compassionate, caring, and charitable. They find causes to embrace and encourage others to join them.

  • The ground of love and truth is both terrifying and tender

     

     

    By osmosis, since Hubby Dear is a Merton fan and follower, I have become equally intrigued by a monk who was a man for all seasons. So, I jumped at the opportunity to review “The Ground of Love and Truth, Reflections on Thomas Merton’s Relationship with the Woman Known as ‘M’” by Suzanne Zuercher, O.S.B.

  • To read spiritual books is also to read books spiritually

     Good people, holy people of all ages and in all faiths, usually spend considerable time in prayer. They do their devotionals, or finger their beads, or say rosaries or center themselves in meditation. They attend worship services, listen to sermons, share hospitality or fellowship. They read inspirational books and pamphlets, participate in Bible studies or religiously oriented meetings and workshops. They also encourage others to follow suit, to join them in a search for God.

  • We live by standards … not opinions
  • Aching hearts need time and remembrance for healing

     The phone rang on a Sunday morning. I grabbed my cup of coffee, thinking it would be a daughter calling to share news, views and gulps of laughter as we typically do on weekends. I was correct, to a degree. However, the news to be shared would not evoke laughter. My daughter phoned to tell me that her sister, my eldest daughter, had died earlier that morning.

  • Finding God in the reality of television

     

     

    Hubby Dear teases me about my television viewing. He finds my choices both amusing and confusing. In a way, so do I. Upon reflection, however, there does seem to be a method to all my madness. There are reasons for my options.

  • What does freedom look like? Who bears the face of freedom?

     In the past number of weeks, the media have called our attention to a variety of atrocities. Heading the list is the mass kidnapping of nearly 300 young Nigerian schoolgirls by the militant Islamic Boko Haram. Not far behind are the multiple incidents of abuse and murders seen both locally and nationally.

    TIME magazine recently featured articles on date rape, saying America’s campuses are dangerous places for young women. One college town even earned the dubious honor of being named America’s Rape Capital.