A Catechism

Who made us? God made us. God who made the Rocky Mountains and the way grass smells after it has been cut and the way breath turns to curling fog in the cold also made us. He had light dance through prisms and wind rustle through leaves and moss grow on places like roots and... Continue Reading →

A prayer about planning

The hard thing about making a five- or ten-year plan, God, is that: you're much better at imagining than I am. You possess working knowledge of all of the hairs on all of the heads of every human who ever was, is, or ever will be, plus you direct the cosmos--all the stars and planets... Continue Reading →

A small price to pay

We, familiar with this kind of thing, knew the cost. We knew we would wake up Ill-rested, Tired, Eyelids swollen, Sleep inadequate, Head slightly pulsing from the late housrs and the wine of the night before. A night in a basement-restaurant And stories of our youth And memories gilded with laughter And our passionate hopes... Continue Reading →

24. The exercise of prayer

"What do you think is the most affective form of exercise?" The question was posed to me by my sister, a student of athletics and medicine at the graduate level. I started suggesting a list to her, "Aerobics? Swimming? Triathlon?" Finally, she gave the answer, "It's the one that you DO." Oh, of course. How... Continue Reading →

23. Dreams are free

This one is best read aloud. (And, even better, to someone you love). Dreams are free, my dear child, Dreams are free, free, free, Like the stars in the sky 'Neath the tall pine trees Like the wash of the pebbles On the floor of a stream, Like the whisper of mosses, Like a feather's... Continue Reading →

22. Old dreams

When we are children, we are asked, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" and the question is laden with so many unknowns--the unknown of what we want, the unknown of what being a grown-up is even like, the unknown of where life will take us. And so, we try on any... Continue Reading →

19. A game of chase

My friend's dog once caught a squirrel, after years of chasing them. The basset hound, Millie, with the squirrel under her paw...suddenly didn't know what to do. She looked up, droopy-eyed, to her owner. "Let it go, Millie," he instructed. She obediently lifted her paw, and the critter frantically scampered to tree-high safety. The hound,... Continue Reading →

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