It occurred to me that my Easter related commentary, no matter how heart felt, was certainly obtuse, and irrelevant to almost everyone who might happen upon those paragraphs. Religious categories, theological language does not figure in to the lives of my contemporaries. Easter as a religious event, to remember a resurrection, something that continues…
Granted it is unusual for someone who insists that Jesus is not God, or ‘a god’ on Easter morning to nevertheless be a fan. Yes, I am a big fan of Jesus, one of his proponents, one who is convinced by his message and by his style of encounter with his contemporaries …. Just…
Easter. The morning itself is straight forward enough. A soft light suffuses through the thin grey cloud cover. The green of spring under velvet light, light without shadow, no sharp edges, strikes me as as it should be. Things are not as they should be. Shadows abound, there’s blood, and one must take unceasing…
That word describes the response of the germ of life to the sun’s warmth. We see it all around this time of year. I noticed it yesterday. My camera helps me to be more careful as I take note of how fortunate it is to be alive to see all of this happening. The…
The day passed with no more than the usual fretfulness over the prospects of staying healthy. Also, hoping, praying that the economy and society will be intact, when the quarantine is lifted. I did the usual seasonal chores around the house and yard. It never occurred to me once that today was Good Friday. …
Waking this morning, I remember what it was like to awaken as a child. Children are permitted to live in an idyllic world. They are cared for, they are at the beginning of a long learning curve, of all that responsibility entails. With responsibility comes stress. Stress is what it is like to be…
My wife mentioned that social distancing is expected to hold until the end of May. Not sure what that means. I doubt that I will be able to resume my past routine, trusting luck to hold out….. Even if one recovers from such a serious illness, surely the experience must be life altering. I…
I know it’s not the Bonneville Dam on the Columbia River, but still, at the North Aurora Dam on the Fox River — the river has a voice. At the end of my bicycle ride yesterday I found the fishermen absent from the elevated spot at the end of the dam. I walked up,…
It is Tuesday, April 7. Waking this morning, the mind clouded, a fog of mental disorientation, like glaucous light filtering through an aquarium, I reached over and snapped off the alarm on the clock radio. I believe I heard the opening notes of Dancing Queen by Abba coming from the speaker. At the conclusion…
It is Holy Week. Yesterday was Palm Sunday. In five days Good Friday, and then Easter Sunday. Given the siege of the covid-19 virus all houses of worship should be on hiatus, observing the social-distancing regime in order to save lives. That is not the case though as several mega church pastors have indicated…
