Michael Leach and friends write about seeing God, the world and ourselves with the eye of the soul. Each column is a spiritual reflection on the beauty that hides behind appearances and the peace that is beyond all understanding.
Soul Seeing: Snow can engender a palpable inner peace; it can reawaken an innocence in us that gets lost — or at least misplaced — when we become adults, reason alone to embrace this uninvited guest, and recognize its lyric beauty.
Soul Seeing: No one spoke of the Baby Jesus who would come on the night of the Nativity to bring gifts for the children. His place had been taken by an old man, dressed in red, carrying a sack of gifts parents had bought.