With sadness for his passing, and gratitude for the light he spilled in our world, I watched Pope Francis’ funeral on Saturday.In his homily, Cardinal Giovanni Re said, “Pope Francis always placed the Gospel of mercy at the center.”Francis’ papal…
Reading the news these past days, I could feel hope drain. And a lot of certainties felt upended.When life is upside down and pain is real, I can close my eyes and pretend that life is different. And I get…
I saw a friend at the grocery store today.”You look tired.” he said.“Yeah,” I replied. “Yesterday was a long week.”These days are dog years for human beings with working empathy.(Thank you John Pavlovitz)Yes, it is easy to get discombobulated. Off-kilter.…
On my walk this morning, the geese are huddled, no doubt wishing they had headed south for the winter.“I get it,” I tell them.And since the geese weren’t in a hurry to scurry off, I decided a brief homily wouldn’t…
In the beginning there was only the holy darkness.In Jewish Kabbalah teaching it is called the Ein Sof, or the source of life. And then, at a moment in time, this world, the world of a thousand, thousand things, emerged…
“It is better to light a candle than curse the darkness.” Thank you, Eleanor Roosevelt.Please count me in. I’m definitely in favor.And yet, I do wonder how (and even if) it is possible—to spill light, or to make a difference,…
Under-the-weather health is never fun. And can easily upend whatever is on the list, not to mention our disposition. So, it was no surprise that with my plans for Sabbath Moment up in the air, I was at wits end,…
Our world lost a bright light today.President Jimmy Carter died peacefully, age 100.In his words, “I have one life and one chance to make it count for something. I'm free to choose what that something is, and the something I've…
A great Rabbi died. He had been revered and loved by his congregation. After his death, it was decided that the Rabbi's son, himself a Rabbi, would take his father's place.This pleased the congregation, for the son would be "just…
A farmer walks along the furrowed row, stopping every three feet, to place a potato start into the soil. His young son keeps pace, on the opposite side of the furrow, weighted with a burlap sack of starts, wholehearted in…