I often say that I don’t know how people live without faith—without Jesus, or without hope. And I mean that because hope is central to nearly everything in my life. Society uses the word hope casually and often. I hope this works out. I hope things get better. But do we pause long enough to ask what we really mean? Is that hope, or is it simply wishful thinking dressed up in polite language?
About 18 months ago, Alexander Leon, a writer with the LGBTQ-group Kaleidoscope Trust in London, tweeted a powerful observation about the lived realities of LGBTQ people..
Since 2006, The World Health Organization has designated June 15 as a day to promote better understanding of the abuse and neglect of older persons. This may seem odd to..
Grounded in Creation The power of creation infuses a profound sense of awe, deep within my soul. Recent summer-like temperatures in the 80’s and bright sunshine have..
May is National Older Americans month and May 21 began National Nursing Home Staff Appreciation week. Fourteen months into living with COVID-19, I think these..
Early in the pandemic, we began to hear the phrase, “We are in this together.” This was used widely to encourage people to protect each other, use masks, practice social..
“When I was your age, I walked to school uphill both ways barefoot in the snow.” It is an oft-quoted exaggeration. It is not an exaggeration that the trail to the Lewis..
In the recent years before the COVID-19 pandemic began, I undertook a series of hiking trips with good friends. There was a good bit of climbing involved on our trips to..
Outside of the Cleveland Museum of Art, one will find the tree-lined Wade Lagoon. During a recent trip to the museum, my daughter and I had the opportunity to walk..
This blog post is the third in our series inspired by the words of Amanda Gorman in “The Hill We Climb.”
