Tennis with a Twist
Have you ever gone to church in a building that also houses tennis courts? Or, to turn the question around, have you ever played tennis in a building created to be a church? I’m doing this now, and it has me…
Staying Steadfast to a Wobbly Pitch
Before Thanksgiving may seem like a strange time to be thinking about baseball, but the story of R.A. Dickey, this year’s just-announced National League Cy Young Award winner, has gripped me. I took a little detour recently from my main…
A Time to Run, But Not Always to Race
Last Sunday, not long after slipping into a pew in Peterborough, I watched my husband prepare communion – as I have on many previous Sundays. This time, however, my ears pricked up as he said, hands held high with host,…
A Storm Over Intentions
Mother Nature apparently shares my interest in things colliding, because, as I write, we’re about to get walloped with Hurricane Sandy from the South Meets Winter Storm from the West Meets Arctic Chill from the North. Maybe, by the time…
So Many Religions, So Little Time
Years ago, when a classmate of mine at Bread Loaf was trying to explain his reason for not having a paper ready, he said something to the professor like “The air traffic controllers’ strike really bums me out.” I wish…
A Wife or a Disciple, or Both?
So I’m guessing that if Jesus did in fact have a wife, she would have had to do a lot of moving around; so much, in fact, that she probably was late with a blog entry once in a while,…
Think of it as a Picnic
I know that many of you are probably hoping to hear what it’s been like for the Bishop Coadjutor (can you tell if I spelled that right?) up in his new office, but it’s just too soon – and would…
Finding A Way In….Two Years Later
This week I’m doing something unusual – posting an essay I wrote two years ago. As I watched my husband pack up his things to begin his new position in New Hampshire, I realized that there was at least one…
Going to College – For Real, This Time
I’m feeling a little nostalgic this week — about our 18 year-old daughter who is pushing off from home and, silly as it might sound, about this nine month old blog, too. The former child runs on strong legs and…
Take That Back, Please
Is it ever better to go backwards than forwards? This has been a question swinging up and down, back and forth, hither and yon in my mind over the past week. If the Consecration made our summer a bit unusual,…