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Not ours the wounds, the bloodied flesh, of those fire-tested ancient souls;
Theirs the bones for grinding lion’s teeth to gnaw to living bread
Or the blood to spell their credo, a sanguine testament witnessed boldly
As fisherman’s inverted across the sea from Calvary, dying Death body’s worthier
Consort than Truth-less life. Not now trumpet blast ‘mid roaring crowd’s delight.
No, ours the seductive sigh of whispered word against the Word... [Read more]
After listening to a talk about the dangers of narcissism in the spiritual life, a brother turned to me and said, “I’m pretty sure that whole talk was about me.” I assured him that the talk was definitely about me.
Kidding aside, the temptations to narcissism abound. As I pass people on the sidewalk or push onto a full Metro car, I’m aware of others only enough to avoid them. I usually treat the people walking past me on the city streets like... [Read more]
Today I will be burying my grandmother.
After 96 years of life, she returned to the Lord in the early morning of Easter Sunday. Despite the sadness, everyone in the family, every branch in that great tree, thought to themselves, “Talk about good timing!” For a woman so devout all her life—not only in personal prayer, but just as much so in her living room proclamations on religion and politics—Rosemary Danaher providentially breathed her last... [Read more]