Comments from PEW Research Center: “I’d rather be riding my motorcycle thinking about God than sitting in church thinking about my motorcycle.” “My church is within…I choose not to attend churches in the material world as none are holy places nor do they address my beliefs.” “I have stopped attending the church we have been members of for nearly 10... READ MORE >
For one year in my lifetime I did not go to church. On a mountain top landing zone in VietNam I did not go to church, not because I did not want to, but because there was no church, no building, no priest, no gathering. The rest of my life I have gone to church every weekend, with the exception... READ MORE >
I just finished reading Life of Pi. As I finished I wondered if Pi were good or evil. I wondered what difference it would make in the story if I determined Pi were good—or if I determined Pi were evil. In my thoughts, it did make a difference. We see in our world today much evil. Why are evil characters... READ MORE >
A newly ordained deacon was sent to work as an assistant to an older priest. The young deacon went to the older priest for some orientation and advice. “How long should I preach?” The older man answered preach for about seven minutes. Sometimes I have heard I should make my homilies as short as possible because the people do not... READ MORE >
I dreamed the other night that I won the lottery—$ 97,000,000. I started to think about who I would give money to. I developed a list, but suddenly I thought, wow, I don’t have much money left, perhaps I don’t need to give so much away. Happiness lies in engaging in worthwhile activities. We are the only ones who can... READ MORE >
I am hungry. It is Wednesday night. Religious education classes won’t begin for another half hour. I sit talking with one of our fourthgrade students. I tell her how hungry I am (we prepare dinner for our students prior to class starting). I wonder if there is still an ice cream bar in the freezer. I tell her I could... READ MORE >
Sunbeams stream in the window, warming my shoulder as I sit quietly, a lump growing in my throat. My memory turns to my grandmother. I, sitting in her lap, about four years old, learn my evening prayers from her. “Our Father who art in heaven…” “Glory be to the Father…” Prayers taught to her by her parents and grandparents and... READ MORE >
