The Spirit of ’76
April 2, 2018[…] witty and urbane. After nearly twenty minutes of consideration, he finally wrote: When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one man to dissolve the social bonds that connect holy men […]
[…] witty and urbane. After nearly twenty minutes of consideration, he finally wrote: When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one man to dissolve the social bonds that connect holy men […]
[…] be worthy to serve the Lord as Bishop?” Wayne could think of plenty. Yes, he thought. I’m human. But he tried to lighten the tone and said, “Well, Bob, like I said—I’m over sixty.” […]
[…] Bernie just at this moment—the dark tent, Mitch’s occasional moaning, the vast rocky wilderness outside, indifferent to human plans and human desires. Sometimes Bernie believed God’s emanations filled the entire universe. You couldn’t go […]
[…] silhouette against the bedroom wall. The bedroom window was sliding up. It was not a dream. A human shadow was nearly indivisible from the web of tree branches fluttering on the curtain. Luis woke […]
[…] bypass surgery. I haven’t quite forgiven her for never letting me see his body and say good -bye. She thought she was protecting me, figured she could manage my grief without my particular input. […]
[…] is a cloudy burden that soaks you from toe to head, but a bakery! This is sanctuary, human sunshine. Good things grow out of bakeries, sweet, sugary glazes and odors that put hope back […]
[…] in fourth grade a nun told our class that one of the mysteries of God that the human mind could not comprehend was that God has been here forever. She said that as humans […]
[…] skin and scream. What did this man want, some kind of validation of his worth as a human being? A friendly, sympathetic sounding board? What? A service had been rendered and paid for, a […]
[…] not fully understand. It meant she took her conversion seriously. Soeur Paxton strapped a helmet over shoulder -length hair, so straight and smooth rubber bands would not stay put. She was younger than Lucy, […]
[…] American. If I’ve ever doubted that, it was clear the moment I walked into the humidity and human warmth of the Atlanta airport after a two–year church mission in the former East Germany: though […]