
Lent means memento mori, or in the words of Saint Benedict, keeping death daily before our eyes. I’ve long recommended Nicholas Wolterstorff’s slim book Lament For A Son as perhaps the best book on grief from a Christian perspective. Recently he gave an interview with the NYT that haunts my thoughts: God’s Not Doing Everything, But There’s Something Mysterious. (That’s a gift article for you).
Loving Leif Vollebekk’s music lately. He’s like David Grey went west-coast chill. Your frazzled nervous system will thank you.
Granted, I have a habit of keeping too many tabs open on my computer. But the latest from my prophetic friend
is more relevant each time I dip in again: Lessons from the Catholic Resistance: Turning to Our Forebears in a Moment of Historical Crisis.“There is so much going on in the world today, and much of it leads me to want to despair and cry out to Jesus, ‘How do I find you here?’ But what if there’s no better moment and place than the one we are in, to reach out and remember how connected we were created to be?” You and I Were Created for Communal Flourishing by
at (in)courage.Loved this reflection on Lent at the Airport by
: “People were decent. Even today, even in a time of division and anger and polarization, people can be decent during a four-hour airport delay…Amidst suffering and chaos: hope. People can still see in one another a bit of shared humanity. People can turn to laughter instead of anger, to sharing instead of hoarding, to community instead of isolation.”
Laura! Thank you for your words and wisdom! Also, that icon! Stunning.