New York City Police Officer Larry DePrimo offered a homeless man true human kindness -- basic goodness -- no strings attached, no dogma connected, no qualifications required or requested. Religions have been started with less.
Will we let such resolutions go the way of so many of our new-calendar-year's resolutions? Or will we take seriously the liturgical cycle that provides us with the Gospel model for making and sticking with what we set out to do as recommitted Christians in our age?
There's a way out of this mess. It's an easy one, really, although it does require some suspension of disbelief on everyone's part. Just change the date on the floor of Congress. No, not the date on the bill, the actual date.
When our lives are based in fear, we cannot think and live in transformational ways; we are doomed to perpetuate the status quo. Rather than live a life of fear, Lincoln embodied an open-hearted, inclusive, love-based way of life that truly revolutionized this country.
What I hope for is that, even in times when we disagree with one another so deeply on issues of the Christian faith, we can do so always knowing, believing and living the challenge that it is to be the Body of Christ. This is my prayer and I'm sticking to it.
As service became a defining aspect of growing up in America, the infrastructure moved from the church to the schools and became so secularized that conversations around faith were discouraged -- even taboo.
Accepting gratitude, the thanks of someone else, even a stranger, lights us up -- it makes us feel good. It helps us, even for a second, to see the light and love that is within us. When we give thanks, we open up spiritually.
The teacher had acted out the story of Noah and the ark. Simon told us about how God created the flood, and then God made the wind and the sun that dried up the rain. "So what is God?" I asked. "God is the clouds," he said.
Like nature models, political, social and moral models originate in human experience, and, as experience accumulates, they evolve. Typically, the models we've inherited from the past were formulated over centuries, if not millennia.
The woman I call mom is not my birthmother, my adoptive mother, nor even a legal in-law in the majority of the USA. She is still undoubtedly my mom, and I am proud to call her as such. She is my husband's natural mother and a year ago this stranger became mine.
I dreamed of becoming an All-American hero. I just didn't know how I was going to get there. I had no real job skills, and hadn't done well enough in school to earn a college scholarship. Maybe that was why a commercial I saw about the Army intrigued me.
There are too many people in our communities who find themselves in the middle of a life journey that does not seem to lead them to places of peace and comfort. One of those persons was a former neighbor of mine who took her life a few weeks ago.