reconciling things

“Allow it all to happen: beauty and terror…” Rilke

A few years ago my middle school aged son got into the car and I handed him a book and said, ”Hold this please.” He said, ”Is this a Bible?” I said, ”No, Seven Storey Mountain.” He replied, ”Merton. It’s always Merton with you.” He’s not wrong. This morning I picked up The New Seeds …

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I am not a terribly efficient confesser. This is a thing I know about myself, so I don’t usually line up 15 minutes before Mass when I know other people want to get in. I make an appointment or go at a daily Mass. (It’s my little sacrifice. Not all heroes wear capes.) The typical …

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A friend asked me recently if I wrote a book what would it be about. I said, “I don’t know. Grief and other lovely things, I suppose.” That is said without an ounce of sarcasm, by the way. I have been in a season of grief for a while—the kind of grief that was at …

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