My husband John and I had just landed at Hopkins airport in Cleveland from a 2 ½ week trip to Florida, and as we blearily got off the plane and stumbled toward baggage, John said, “You know, I feel a bit traumatized.” I too felt “a bit traumatized.” The previous 2 ½ weeks very clearly showed us that our bodies had aged, and we could no longer pretend we could do what we used to do.
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..
As last year’s calendar comes down from the side of the refrigerator to be replaced with a new one, I reflect on this ritual that honors the passage of time. In this..
Standing at the front of the church, a young couple takes their vows and soon the recessional music signals their new journey as wife and husband has begun. I can recall..
Love… a simple word but such a staggeringly complex idea to put into action. As we approach the fourth Sunday in Advent when we will light the candle of love, let’s..
My memories of childhood Christmases blur together. Each year was much the same: the whole family trimming the tree, my brother and I decorating Christmas cookies, and..
When I went to seminary in my forties, I learned the pure pleasure and joy of studying scripture with my heart wide open. I read the familiar passages, and I surely..
It is often said that a contented person is the one who finds joy in the small, little, simple things of life.
