“In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, not to be on the side of the executioners.”- Camus
For audio version click here Our home rests on a corner of two ‘country’ roads, and on most days I like living close to everything that travels up and down them. Except on a few early mornings when green garbage trucks barrel along like battleships, these roads are agreeable to walkers who stop by with dogs and greetings; we are fortunate to see other travelers too — screech owls, foxes, birds of every color. Pull-in drivers share […]
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For audio version click here The road snakes away and to the left, and in my vision a big field, green as Galway, rolls up almost to the top of a hill. Trees at peak color flood the hills and line this road — I feel awash in reds and oranges and red-yellows. No one is ahead of me, no one behind. Sunlight comes slanting through the gaps in the Berkshires and pop, pop, pop, on […]
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For audio version click here In bright air and a slanting, lovely light, the auctioneers were preaching the virtues of a heavy maul, metal porch chairs, Easter hats, Tom Mix comic books, costume jewelry, tool sets, a toy train, a tank with a broken tread. Strangers wandered through aisles of boxes, picking up, handling, judging value, estimating price, calculating weight. Strangers stood in the cold rooms of the home and bent over tables of items later to be […]
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For audio version click here Thomas will not believe. He wants to place his hands inside the wounds. He wants the body, revivified, identified by wounds he presumably saw inflicted, to appear before him: “Unless I see in his hands the mark of the nails, and place my finger into the mark of the nails, and place my hand into his side, I will never believe (John: 20:25).”He wants Christ to come back to him. […]
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