Forty years ago, my mentor in ministry, the Rev. Dr. Ray Swartzback (pictured here with his wise and beloved Jane) often closed his weekly s...

Nearly every night during Advent and Christmastide, I sit silently in the glow of the Christmas tree lights and the Advent wreath candles ...

In a recent biography of the late Jean Vanier, founder of L'Arche, there is an exquisite little passage about silence: Teresa of Avi...

In the present as in the past, my wandering disorientation during Advent usually comes back into focus by Gaudete Sunday, the third of four ...

Six years ago the view from my study window looked like this: Today it looks like this: And tomorrow? Who knows - as more snow i...

For most of my adult life I have walked fast. I have long legs and like to get places promptly. When my daughters were little I had to pract...

The Christian season of Advent is slowly ripening and, as is often the case, I am about one full week behind. When I was much younger, my ...

This may come off as a rant -  the last thing I desire - as I hope to write a critical reflection on a  well-intended survey of the role Mar...