Pope Francis says the name of God is mercy. Our name was mercy, too, until we put it away to become more productive, more admired and less vulnerable. We tend to forget it’s still there. It’s our unclaimed selves, in the Lost and Found drawer, access to another frequency, like a tuning fork. It startles […]
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“They dug deeper, and deeper. Deep is so un-American now, even radical. We live too often like water skeeters on the surface of the pond, dropping down for a quick bite of insect or e-mail. Deep is the realm of soul. Deeper and deeper the women dug. The men took over some of their chores. […]
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Hallelujah Anyway, Anne Lamott, pp. 96-97 I’ve lived through times when a connected group of humans in grief and shock stayed together as things unscrolled, when a person was dying too young. Or after. What could we do? We showed up. When our best friends’ teenagers disappeared. When their fathers lost their minds. Or their […]
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Anne Lamott – the day after Nov. 13, 2015 Terrorist Actions in Paris, France I wish there was a website we could turn to called, “What it means, What is True, and What to do.” Lots of very tense religious people are going to insist that their Scripture answers all these questions. That’s nice. Lots […]
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