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Difficulties In Living The Free Life
I am not sure how often I have read Zorba the Greek. It is a haunting book with a strange power to ignite. Most of us know the story. An
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I Believe In The Resurrection
In the early 1920s William Butler Yeats wrote a poem entitled, The Second Coming. Its message is strong, adult, and ultimately quite depressing. Yeats sees a certain dissolution of civilization
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By His Stripes We Are Healed
What a curious line, what a curious logic! One person gets lashed, another gets healed; one suffers, another is set free; one dies, another comes to life. An odd logic,
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Listening to Christ’s Heartbeat
The last supper account in John’s gospel contains a curious picture. The evangelist describes the beloved disciple as reclining on the breast of Jesus. What is contained in this image?
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The Passing of a Shepherd
One of the foremost anthropologists of our century, Mircea Eliade, once commented that “no community should botch its deaths!” Deaths, like births, are important times, formative periods, for all families.
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Two Great gods
We only live, only suspire Consumed by either fire or fire. T.S. Eliot wrote those words and, with them, suggests that our choice in this
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Our Children and God’s Love
There is a story floating around, fairly common within homiletic circles, that merits retelling: There was a father of a family who was confronted one day by his wife who
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Flanked By Thieves
Several years ago a young priest whom I know, caught up in the pain surrounding the scandal of sexual abuse, used his pulpit to make the following plea. He said
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Strangers Can Bring God’s Revelation
There is a tradition within Christianity, strong in Scripture and in the early church but now sadly in danger of dying, of welcoming the stranger. In the early church there
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A Vespers For The World
Lord God, as evening draws near, draw me to yourself in prayer. Draw me to you as earth, for I am its child, the world in microcosm. In my sincerity