As a kid, I spent most summers anticipating the week I would spend at summer camp. Those five or six days that would be filled with exploring the wilderness, meeting new friends, and often reconnecting with old ones. Many of my fondest memories are not of the activities themselves but of the people who made them meaningful.
As I prepare to retire in June, I find myself reflecting on the countless blessings of this journey and the lessons I’ve learned about purpose and service. For me,..
Our tears carry a message of pain and sorrow; loss and fear; love and lost love. They are our body’s way of discharging the energy that collects around any pain we are..
Courage. How does it exist without faith? I’ve never understood where courage could come from if not from God Almighty. We aren’t born with an innate ability to overcome..
I depended on Wikipedia for this information. I suppose if I were younger, I would have consulted ChatGPT or a similar artificial intelligence medium.
There is a saying attributed to St. Augustine that lingers in my thinking. It has come to mind multiple times in the past several months as many I know are struggling to..
One of my core beliefs comes from a Haitian Proverb: "The Neighborhood is the Family."
I might as well just come right out and say it--sometimes I am a grumpy Christian. For the most part, no one knows except God, who is, sadly, all too aware. My face to..
Character. Conscience. Consequence. Courage. Everyone loves a good alliteration--the consistent sound of one letter followed by different combinations which help to link..
I look at the wonderful clock that my very grown daughter supplied for Christmas, 2024 and I smile at the thought of this child of mine--now in her 60’s. I nod to the..
