My Table is Spread: If we do not hold the middle, we are headed for a moral conclusion that could be tragic.
My Table Is Spread
My Table is Spread: Erma Gorwoda taught her friends and family how to live; now she is teaching them how to die after a life full of love.
My Table is Spread: Jesus' birth was followed by the deaths of infant boys, deaths Jesus had to have known about.
My Table is Spread: If you want to know what it's like to be an American woman, try having surgery and parasites, then watch the envious expressions on other female faces.
My Table is Spread: Religious freedom does not mean the freedom to think, a power, one presumes, even oppressive regimes cannot hold over citizens.
My Table is Spread: Church is where we hear Lazarus’ story and its moral, that a person who can’t see those in need are not to be able to see God, either.
A man walks into a bar is the opening line of a joke. A man walks into a movie theater is the opening line of a homicide investigation.
This is the hottest summer in recorded Colorado history. There are forest fires in the mountains. There is gunfire in the city.
Our next-door neighbors built their house in 1951. Now, Bob is dead and Mildred has moved to a retirement home and the house is for sale.
Architect Elizabeth Wright Ingraham, the granddaughter of Frank Lloyd Wright, designed the house. The low wooden structure opens onto a lush, walled garden, shaded and sheltered by a large linden tree. Apricot trees are espaliered along the western bricks separating our houses.
A friend emailed me the other day. She wanted to know if I was experiencing the same "Catholic fatigue" that ails her. You know the symptoms: You're at a party, headed for the beer cooler, when someone whose face you recognize but whose name you don't know pins you up against the stainless steel Sub-Zero and begins to depose you on Catholic hospitals (all of them) and the Plan B contraceptive.
We talk about schism and purges. We talk about a leaner church, a remnant church. Many are convinced of sinister forces at work, and on the rise. In journals of opinion, at dinner parties, at family gatherings, at coffee and donuts after Mass, Catholics are talking.
I think we need some guidelines for these discussions, ways to bring them out of the fog of conspiracy and into the light of real conversation.