Never quite a finish line
Yesterday was one of the finest days in Boston: Marathon Monday. Spectators line the streets from Hopkinton to Copley Square […]
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Our powerless Jesus
Jesus came as a refugee baby. He lived as a religious minority, was distrusted and harassed by authorities and was
Turn our darkness into light: An Advent Reflection
This is adapted from a reflection I gave for the Contemplative Leaders in Action‘s Boston Advent Prayer Service, December 1,
We must love one another or die
There is a poem by W. H. Auden I return to often when I am discouraged. After a political season
The thing worth chasing: on saying goodbye to a friend
I get awfully emotionally seeing the people I love receive the Eucharist. When I was quite ill with Crohn’s, before