What Now?

Well, it’s over, or close. We find ourselves either elated or discouraged, or just flatout exhausted. The real question for me is what now? As a nation sailing through all this turbulence; as individuals struggling to regain some balance; as…


Watch For The Lightning

The last post I wrote came from a deeply disturbed heart. As I look around our world, I am discouraged. Many people are discouraged. I fear for the future of my country. I am distrustful that an election will bring much resolve. I told Sharon…


Do We Have What It Takes?

Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger, in 2004, shortly before becoming Pope Benedict XVI, gave an address about the alarming decline of Europe. To our dismay, he notes, “here in the West, there is a strange form of self-hate we can only consider…


To Fly Once Again

We feel an intense need to be rescued these days. We look around for who might help us out of our predicament? The experts? The politicians? The church? What are the most appropriate resources that might give us guidance? We want to fly free from…


Consider The Sunflowers

As I try to write these days, the world’s fury almost stuns me into silence. What more could I possibly add, I ask myself, to counter the anxiety, the fear? What could I say to blunt the rage and the hatred, to relieve the dullness, the boredom? My…


Decide We Must

I am becoming more aware how overwhelmingly negative our world has become. There is a lot going on out there, that’s for sure, but my biggest fear is that all the negative has seeped deeply into our hearts and minds as well. We can feel overwhelmed…


Say Something Good

I have a plan. You might be interested in it too. My plan is basically this: When I use words, which is quite often for me, I want to try harder to say something good. I want to refocus my attention less on the negative, which is so pervasive, less…


A Place Of Quiet Rest

Augustine memorably opens his fourth-century masterpiece, Confessions, with these now-famous lines: “You have made us for yourself, and our heart is restless until it rests in you.” I have thought a lot about these words. I confess, I am often…


Beyond The Cloud

One of the great books on prayer ever written, The Cloud Of Unknowing, comes to us from fourteenth century England, written by an anonymous author, a name still unknown by scholars. The author is apparently a monk, perhaps an abbot of a monastery,…


The Jury’s Still Out

In our last Seattle home, Sharon and I lived downtown, on 2nd Avenue, between Pike and Pine, one block up from the deservedly famous Pike Place Market. I loved this home, this place, this city. A quick walk landed us at the door of The Market, The…


Out Of Tune

The other day a line from the nineteenth-century poet William Wordsworth popped into my head: “The world is too much with us.” Is it ever, I thought. I need some kind of withdrawal. Wordsworth often laments the rapacious march of the industrial…


A Place To Begin

I’ve been away from my blog for a couple of weeks. I’ve felt stunned into silence over all that’s unfolding across our land. What could I possibly have to offer? I came to prayer this morning almost without words, surely with scrambled thoughts,…


Those Stones, Those Roses

I’ve been thinking we need a good dose of nostalgia. In fact, I’m hoping for a new age of nostalgia, rising up over the horizon. There were some good things way back when, things worth remembering, reviving. Surely we can’t claim we have it all…


A New Path Out Ahead

There are just a few principles in life that really matter: love, first of all, love in all its forms, love for God, for the one we married, for family, friends, for those who desperately need love, for beauty. Add to love, then, things like…


A New Sun Rising

If only we can be released from lockdown, we imagine, there is a normal to which we will return, simply getting out and about, going to dinner with friends, getting a hair cut, for goodness sakes, planning travel for the summer. For others, of…


Just Swinging Through

As the lockdown lingers, nerves fraying at the edges a bit, I am trying to imagine just swinging through. Consider Robert Frost’s marvelous poem “Birches”: It's when I'm weary of considerations, And life is too much like a pathless wood Where your…