New England springs are wondrous fickle. There are days, even a week or so, that almost make the winter worthwhile, only to turn surly and March-like the next. We are ready for the sweet, true warmth of June well before it arrives, ready to put … read more.
Spirit of Life, this day our hearts are with the Muslim community of Christchurch, New Zealand, as they recover from the horrible attack upon them during their most sacred hour of worship. We pray for those who were killed and for their grieving families. … read more.
I know that not all of us are members of “Red Sox Nation,” as the dedicated followers of the Red Sox have named themselves, nor for that matter, baseball fans of any description. Many are those who pay no attention whatsoever to the day in … read more.
From time to time I have used, for closing words, the following poem by the contemporary American poet, Thomas R. Smith:
It’s like so many other things in life
to which you must say no or yes.
So you take your car to the new mechanic.
Sometimes the … read more.
I enjoy the imperative quality of winter. Love it or hate it, you cannot ignore it. Even if you travel south to escape it, it is winter that drives the decision. With all of the blandness of real power, winter simply occurs all over … read more.
A traditional description of Christmas, one steeped in piety and sentiment, is “The Season of Miracles.” Miracle, as it is generally understood in this context, refers to the supposed conception of Jesus by the Holy Spirit of God to the young Virgin Mary, followed by … read more.