If only there were someone to arbitrate between us,
to lay his hand upon us both,
someone to remove God’s rod from me,
so that his terror would frighten me no more. (Job 9:33-4)
Lent: The Collision Between Appetite & Soul
(A meditation by Barbara Cawthorne Crafton)
We didn’t even know what moderation was. What it felt like. We didn’t just work: we inhaled our jobs, sucked them in, became them. Stayed late, brought work home—it was never enough, though, no matter how much time we put in.
Epilogue to Jesus: His Story In Stone
Zion’s stones are dear to Your servants; her very dust moves them to pity. –Ps 102:14
Every year about a thousand letters arrive at the Jerusalem Post Office addressed simply to “God.” The whole world knows where He lives.
Living Stones (Chapter 71 of Jesus: His Story In Stone)
You also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house. –1 Peter 2:4
This photograph shows the small group of friends with whom I toured Israel in October 2012.
The Holy Grail (Chapter 70 of Jesus: His Story In Stone)
He took the cup, gave thanks, and offered it to them. –Mk 14:23
The term Holy Grail refers to the cup used by Jesus to institute the eucharist at the Last Supper. If you’re like me, any claim that this cup might still exist produces skepticism. Isn’t this just a knights-of-the-round-table legend?
The James Ossuary (Chapter 69 of Jesus: His Story In Stone)
During November 2002, over 100,000 visitors to the Royal Ontario Museum in Toronto lined up for hours to view an old bone box.
Happy New Year!
As we enter this new year, I’d like to give you a glimpse of what to expect on this blog page.
Gabriel’s Annunciation
My Christmas story this year is an excerpt from my current project, a novel about angels. Usually we view the Annunciation from Mary’s point of view. But how would the angel Gabriel have experienced it? Read on.
The Great Light of Christmas
Christmas, I confess, is my favorite time of year. And I say this despite the fact that it is also the most painful.
Ezekiel’s Christmas Tree
This year, once again, the Lord cut down a Christmas tree for us with His own hand. It’s the tipmost top of a splendid mugo pine from across the street, which blew down in last week’s big wind.