Christianity directly assaults the distinction between the holy and the mundane.

A Palm Sunday reflection on the importance of regret

Waiting is the hardest Why Because if you rsquo re waiting you know that something is coming You rsquo re not blissfully ignorant Yet if you rsquo re waiting you don rsquo t truly know what is coming what it will be like That rsquo s why waiting is so difficult often worse than the moment

Interesting phrase ldquo It rsquo s just your imagination rdquo We use it to tell another that her fears spring from her mind rather than reality as though the two weren rsquo t intertwined Fears are part world part whimsy That rsquo s true as well of inventions and inspirations They begin

Here is how Chris Kyle introduces himself in the opening of his autobiography American Sniper 2013 Many will come to know him as he is portrayed by Bradley Cooper in the blockbuster movie of the same name Every story has a beginning Mine starts in north-central Texas I grew up in small towns w

The River Thames froze in January of 1649 nbsp The King asked Thomas Herbert the Parliamentarian official attending him to dress him in two shirts lest the rabble watching him die think that he shivered from cowardice Charles insisted ldquo I fear not death Death is not terrible to me bl

Can nature be more rarified than in a rainbow Earth donates water droplets Sunlight supplies the rest A rainbow is the most ethereal element of God rsquo s creation Small wonder it was chosen to be the sign of God rsquo s covenant In the presence of water light is reflected refracted dispers

Word, gesture and substance come together in an act that is inherently communal.

Life doesn rsquo t come with lines We draw those ourselves Of course without them the world would be so blurred as to lack definition though the danger is drawing lines that divide without purpose Whatever their original intention they can leave us detached from others who then appear as ali

The poem doesn rsquo t require explanation though some might be surprised to hear such a somber sound from Robert Frost I have been one acquainted with the night I have walked out in rain mdash and back in rain I have outwalked the furthest city light nbsp I have looked down the saddest city lane