It was 18 feet deep, and that boat was quite trapped,
Through pushing and pulling, in the silt it stayed wrapped.

The trees are pink and white and green
All wearing spring’s fantastic sheen.

I now consider the cry room a sanctuary within a sanctuary, a gift of which only compassionate and loving parent-architects could have conceived.

A news anchor’s grim highlights of Armageddon will never be the last word. But the final chapter has been written already by the Lord of Easter.

We are reminded to look at the people who are hurting or struggling in front of us and consider what part we might play in easing their pain.

Weeks ago, one of my colleagues suggested that we go on a retreat. It sounded wonderful, but I thought it might be impossible. Spring is an incredibly busy time at work. Would we ever be able to step away? We picked a possible day to go, but I wasn’t sure it would happen. Something would […]

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Hello, irony.

From sea to can to dinner plate,
A tuna feast is quite first-rate.

It is with sadness and puzzlement that our world witnesses the invasion of Ukraine, a sovereign nation, by its neighbor Russia, an exponentially more powerful country politically, economically and militarily.

Vladimir Putin has chosen to inflict death. Can we use this as an incentive for us to choose life?