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Time Passing Me By
“Thou hast made us for Thyself, and our hearts are restless until they rest in Thee.”
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Terrors of the Night
While trying to fall asleep, she hears the heavy thud of exploding bombs. As the planes fly closer, there’s a flash of light, then the house shudders and trembles. Glass pendants on the nightstand lamp clink and tinkle. She pulls the quilted covers over her head to hide from fear, and trembles until her mother…
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My Father’s Business
Gazing upon all this, I feel like I’ve become a little child again, as when my giant of a father gave me a tour of his workshop. Only now it’s my heavenly Father who allows me to admire His machines and countless workers.
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Crossing the Generation Gap
“Our human species is evolving and transcending its natural roles. We once couldn’t fly but now we can land on the moon. Genetic engineers may be designing a unisex super race. Transgenders are into exploring that. Rejuvenation drugs would make marriage and designer babies passé. I see same-sex marriage as a dead end issue and…
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Rampant Loneliness
On the first warm day of spring, some vagrants came out of their nooks and hideaways to congregate in the local park for fellowship. Several men, old and young, sat together at a stone picnic table, chatting, eating, and drinking beer or cheap wine early in the day. During the frigid winter, shivering alone under…
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The Kennedy Curse
If not for Michael’s sterling character, the Kennedy Curse may have been visited upon us, too.
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Living Stones
Recently I read this news clip: “The Andromeda galaxy ate our sister galaxy, and now it’s coming for us.” An astrophysicist used poetic license to describe that star-studded dinner event but it got me thinking. Maybe I need to expand my narrow definition of living things. My biology textbook made it clear that living things…
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Misjudging by Appearances
I wondered how she got past the school’s dress code and why she would go to all that trouble, except to attract attention.
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The Grindstone
During a homily, the priest lifted our bored faces by boldly declaring, “So not everyone’s going to heaven.” A matronly woman sitting next to me looked up for a moment from thumbing her cell phone. Somehow assured that her Judgment Day was not imminent, she then returned to marking the Joyful and Sorrowful Mysteries via…
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Suffering or Soma
“Christianity without tears”Do our local churches preach this? Anybody can be virtuous now. You can carry at least half your morality about in a bottle.
THE TRIQUETRA OF LIFE: Wisdom, Wealth, and Wellness 