Wandering into – and through – the mission field: It’s not an exercise meant to boost self-confidence, I’ve decided. (An insight, perhaps, that qualifies me for a DMO degree – Divine Master of the Obvious).
Or perhaps it’s not obvious at all. For we are treated this week to a front row seat, as three separate scriptural characters stumble upon a seemingly simple tidbit of self-awareness.
I was a witness this week to technical difficulties that nearly derailed not one…but two different presentations on missionary spirituality.
It was bracing, to say the least, when I checked the “Outside Temp” reading on our home thermostat in the pre-dawn hours this morning. (-1) it said. Then I got in the car…and watched, with bemusement, as the mercury dipped lower and lower throughout my short jaunt up the road.
In our immediate circle, she has in recent years become known as “G-G-G” – Great-Grandma Georgia. Many more know and love her by other names: “Aunt Georgia,” “Georgia,” “Mom.”
She is beloved, seemingly by all. Even so, in her 92nd year, G-G-G can delight and surprise her second-born son…a guy who’s known her for nearly 62 years.
I just love the way this feast day sneaks up on me – January 25, the Conversion of St. Paul.
Do you hear what I hear?
I’m guessing not…not unless you were within a pitching wedge of Randolph Hall, inside Menard Correctional Center, on Saturday afternoon. Continue reading
A trip that typically takes about 20 minutes…required every bit of an hour-and-a-half to complete on Friday afternoon. And for that, I was glad indeed.
A certain courageous Mommy I know bundled up her 4-month-old and headed off to Ohio this weekend.
We’ve turned the page into 2019, and I’m being encouraged, at this King’s House retreat, to say “yes” to the New Year…sight unseen. It’s a Big Ask… Continue reading
It’s a bit warmer in Belleville this January 1st…than last. Still, it warms my heart to recall the rascally encounter I had with the Holy One a year ago today. Perhaps you’ll enjoy the tale, too…
With Us Still 