One nail at a time
I just finished watching the Super Bowl. A party big enough to let the rest of the world recede. Except in this case, as you may have needed heart medication. Sorry Atlanta. The pre-game highlight? Did you see the Pope…
Being present and broken eggs
A mother begins her weekend breakfast routine, pulling ingredients from the refrigerator. Omelets on the family menu this morning. Before she knows it, her two-year-old daughter has climbed a chair and is now sitting on the kitchen counter. "Momma, can…
Living from love
I spent the weekend leading a retreat at the Franciscan Renewal Center in Scottsdale, Arizona. A sanctuary in the desert. The retreat, Real People. Real Communication. You know the adage: Relationships wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for the…
A place that restores us
My grandmother -- Gladys Thelma Andrews... on her porch swing My grandmother--Southern Baptist born and bred--didn't cotton to folks in her church who played the judgmental-eternal-damnation- card just to feel good about themselves, or for the sake of proving a…
Can our wounds be sacred?
The shot is true, a low laser, past an outstretched goalie, into the corner of the net. After he scores, Mr. Parker performs a joy unrestrained airborne jig, and bumps torsos with another teammate as the fans dance and cheer,…
