in our poverty

Flyin’ Ryan

I MET RYAN about five or six years ago. His family lives just down the street from me, and his girls go to school with my girls. His wife and mine became good friends, so between the kids and the wives and the schools, I got...

Thirteen Days

Thirteen days ago, life was different. A family of four who are friends of ours were in a serious automobile accident on Thanksgiving weekend. I sat with them in the hospital. I saw young women pray and an old man weep. A friend bought Starbucks. The...

Go Prepared

I can’t figure out a catchy title to this one, but here’s the quick thing on my mind at the moment. First, if you’re a person who likes to go hiking in, say, tennis shoes, shorts and a t-shirt, with maybe a bottle of water and...

Singing a Song of Refusal

I had been thinking for a year or two about putting together a post with some of my favorite song lyrics, and got a start on it the other night. But, as things tend to go (or not) with my plans, it didn’t work out so...

Ruff! Ruff-ruff!

I had a lot of blog post ideas over the weekend, but didn’t make time to solidify any one of them into a standalone post. There were a couple of impossible-to-miss news items that each in its own way left me feeling clueless. Dr. Stephen Hawking,...

Honesty and Memoir

I’ve been re-reading Merton’s Conjectures this week. I never cease to be at once laid low and yet set free when I read Merton. What amazing clarity of thought concerning the nature and relationship of Man to God. Two weeks ago I read Philip Caputo’s 1977...

Philip Caputo on Writing

  No writer ever truly succeeds. The disparity between the work conceived and the work completed is always too great, and the writer merely achieves an acceptable level of failure. — A Rumor of War

IROH

My cousin Tommy passed away recently, after a long, long battle with Multiple Sclerosis. God, what a guy of faith and courage. He was one of the good guys. “And that’s all I’ve got to say about that.” IROH, brother. I’ll see you on the flip...

One Implies the Other

I’ve been wondering if I’m growing up, or if I’m just going through a bit a mid-life crisis. On summer vacation this past month, I followed my home town news over the internet, and when I noticed we’d received heavy rains and almost daily flood warnings,...

Can I Borrow the Car?

The following is extracted from some of my comments I posted a few years ago on a Christian forum; I found it in my notes and decided to post it here in slightly modified form: When a child commits a wrong, and feels guilt, Christians often...