Yesterday I had a bubbly meeting with new friends in their late 60s who were bouncing because they had just learned that they were to become grandpare...
I'm lying on an ice pack early this morning, doing my back exercises and listening to Pray as You Go, a tool for meditation, with monastery bells, music, and a Bible reading. It warms up my cranky body--and cold morning soul. The reading today is from Acts 2--the story of Pentecost, which goes like this.
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We recently celebrated Easter in the Orthodox Church. We also call it Pascha, which is a nod to the Jewish Passover.
The funnel point, when there is a rapid reversal of the direction of how one has lived his or her life, may look like selfishness. It may even FEEL like selfishness. But, I see it rather, as the crucial point at which one is faced with a decision of living one's own life.
Catching up with friends/family, while indulging on all kinds of amazing food, and of course making time for an easter egg hunt. Please Don't Forge...
Although the sun has come out in Montreal, warm and shining, and the skies carry the hope of the onset of spring, during these days of the upcoming Gr...
I've never been able to get my mind around the concept of original sin and its corollary, Jesus's atoning death on the cross.
I know that I was animate and that I walked around and fooled people into thinking that I was still alive, that I was me. But I wasn't, not really.
Zombies and the walking dead make for good copy, but do little to advance our understanding of life and death. Unfortunately, neither did the National Geographic with a cover article entitled, "The Science of Death: Coming Back from the Beyond."
I have learned that sacred places are all around me and most importantly within me.
Denise and I have been living in South Yarra for nearly nine months. You know you're becoming part of the neighborhood when:
Giving up sugar for a month definitely makes me aware that I could totally live without it -- I just don't really want to. It also makes me feel, weirdly, really icked out by the idea of eating a whole piece of cake or drinking a soda.
Sometimes, we need our faith in the resurrection. Praying, I said that the resurrection is not about ghosts. It is about the hope that we will meet the ones we love on the other side. And that, in the meantime, those who have died live in us as memory, as experience.
Today, the world often seems like Humpty Dumpty after his fall, a shattered and confusing mess. Among what seem to be insurmountable divisions, there is little agreement on how to piece it together into a whole.
For many folks, Easter marks the unofficial beginning of spring, a day for decorating and hunting for eggs, and baskets of chocolate goodies being delivered by the Easter Bunny himself.