Shortly after my mother’s death, about three years ago, my sister gave me a gift: a pair of earrings she had had made from my father’s monogrammed sterling silver cuff links, still nestled in cream velvet in their original oval purple velvet box. I was touched and delighted by them, excited to wear …
Faith
Moving toward the Sun
I love winter. This past week of snow and bitter cold delighted and invigorated me. I can't quite explain why. Maybe it has something to do with the light and the transformation of the world into a different place. But getting up in the dark is very, very hard. This morning as I awoke, the great …
And the earth stands still
I found myself in the position, recently, of explaining Holy Week to someone who does not believe. Perhaps a bit too earnestly, I tried to describe what happens: The triumph of Palm Sunday with its awful portent, the congregation taking the part of Christ's accusers, facing-whether we want to or …