Boy, did I blow my chances to display a little thoughtfulness today.
The past few months, it seems, disorder has been my constant companion. And frankly, I don’t always handle it well.
Traversing the labyrinth at King’s House takes about 10 minutes, at a meditative pace.
Add three to four minutes if you decide to pull the odd weed or sprout along the way.Continue reading
A couple of hours into our hike at Emmenegger Nature Park, I figured the Little Guy had probably had a bellyful of adventure – more than enough for one morning.
I was wrong.
I got a jolt when I opened up the Sports section of the local rag the other day.
There it was: proof…in a disorienting sheath-of-newsprint…that the entire world has gone sideways.
The 4th of July – like much of “normal” life – promises to be pretty much a dud in 2020. COVID has claimed many of the fireworks spectaculars we’ve tended to take for granted in years past.
But that doesn’t mean we have to settle for a “boom-free” celebration of Independence Day – at least not in my backyard.
There are times when you encounter an exhortation in the Gospel that both beggars the imagination and pierces the heart. And then, only a prophet – a holy man – can help you find the wisdom in Jesus’ words.
I like to remember “Bob, the priest” – Father Bob Menner – as just such a blessing in my life.