Personally, I don't think I've ever heard the devil's voice before; but if I have, it bears a really strong resemblance to my own. It is the taunting voice always hovering in the periphery in my head, waiting for me to make a mistake so it can pounce on the failure...
We don't need to be joined at the head with a person experiencing grief; we need to be joined at the heart. The transformation of our culture into one that embraces grief and mourning as natural and necessary parts of human life is my vision. from Companioning the...
What screws us up most in life is the picture in our head of how it is supposed to be.
Facts go straight to the head, and stories go straight to the heart.
It would be foolish to pretend that it is always easy to remember [that Christ is present in the ordinary stranger]. . . . If Mary had appeared in Bethlehem clothed, as St. John says, with the sun, a crown of twelve stars on her head, and the moon under her feet...
Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.
So the line had stuck in my head. “Sex,” I was pretty sure, meant whether you were a boy or girl, and “sin” made Tante Jans very angry, but what the two together meant I could not imagine. And so, seated next to Father in the train compartment, I suddenly asked,...
Many new friends have come into my life...Jews, Muslims, Hindus, Buddhists, New Agers, and others—including lots of atheists and agnostics, too. One of the most dramatic of those friendships began in the aftermath of 9/11/2001. Like a lot of churches, our little...