I wrote what fills me with daily joy. I wrote the things for which I’m grateful. “Lord, I have loved the beauty of Thy house and the place where Thy glory dwelleth” (Psalm 28:6).
Merry Christmas, everyone! Having family with whom you live, or nearby, is a great grace. Another kind of grace is not having family nearby, in which case, if you’re lucky and your friends have especially generous hearts, you’re invited to be with, eat with, and participate with other people’s families. To enter in, while also […]
“A few days earlier Nouwen had been reflecting on the importance of sameness. He knew that he wanted to be different, to attract attention, to do something special, to make some new contribution. Yet the monastic situation was calling him to be the same and more of the same.”
If we want to be priests — what’s stopping us? Christ has already given the command to go out and spread the Gospel to the whole world. Let’s do so! The world is teeming with those in need of pastoral care. We probably live with some of them.
If anyone’s ever driven north on the 101 from LA to, say, Santa Barbara, you know there’s this one spot where I think it’s the 126 merges in and you go up and around a little rise and the first sign for San Francisco appears and on your left you suddenly see the Pacific. It’s absolutely thrilling, every time.
This mischievous Pole, tender of heart and tough as nails, evokes St. Thérèse of Lisieux. Both were fiercely sure of their vocations; both underwent a decisive second conversion; both suffered long, hard, and humbly for love of Christ.
I have recently come across David Attenborough rendition of The Peregrine, J.A. Baker’s 1967 masterpiece of “nature writing” though it’s infinitely more and other and higher than mere nature writing.
There’s a wonderful chapter, called “Days’ Work,” on the drawings of Michelangelo and the Gee’s Bend quilters from rural Alabama, specifically Loretta Pettway who, like Michelangelo, found her work almost unbearably burdensome and did not especially enjoy it. And made quilts that were almost preternaturally beautiful.