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In Pursuit of Innocence
Annie Dillard once wrote this about innocence: Innocence is not the prerogative of infants and puppies, and far less of mountains and fixed stars, which have no prerogatives at all.
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Creativity as One Answer to Violence
In his novel, Anil’s Ghost, Michael Ondaatje creates a character named Ananda. Ananda’s wife had been murdered in the civil war in Sri Lanka and Ananda is trying to save
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Easter as Opening the Doors of Hell
Some years ago a young woman I knew, a university student, fell into a severe depression and attempted suicide. Her family, startled by what had happened, rallied around her. They
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Lost is a Place Too
Several years ago, I met a young man who was working through a very difficult time in his life. He had graduated with a degree in business ten years before,
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Don’t Worship Your Emotions
Every major spiritual tradition offers this challenge: Don’t worship your emotions! Don’t love only when you can feel natural sympathy. Don’t love only when you can feel good and clean
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Celebrating Life inside the Communion of Saints
Recently I led a memorial service for a friend who had died four years ago. Everyone who came to this service had also been at his funeral. Why another memorial
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Ultimate Consolation
The most singularly consoling doctrine in all of religion is the Christian belief that Christ descended into hell. Christ descended into hell. What is meant by that? There is an
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The Communion of Saints
Growing up, as part of our family prayer, we used to pray for a happy death. I pictured that this way: you died cradled in the loving arms of family,
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Caring for Our Hearts
“Be careful not to seek yourself in love, you can end up with a broken heart that way.” Therese of Lisieux wrote that. But what exactly does she mean, given
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Not Our Own Children
Towards the end of Margaret Laurence’s novel, A Jest of God, there is a particularly moving dialogue: Rachel, the story’s main character, an aging, spinster teacher, is more than a