Psalm 121 A song of ascents.

1 I lift up my eyes to the hills-- where does my help come from? 2 My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth. 3 He will not let your foot slip-- he who watches over you will not slumber; 4 indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. 5 The LORD watches over you-- the LORD is your shade at your right hand; 6 the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night. 7 The LORD will keep you from all harm-- he will watch over your life; 8 the LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore. The days are getting a little longer, but we've seen plenty of gray skies in the Blue Ridge Mountains since the beginning of the year. It's hard to remember that I live in one of the most beautiful places I know...
A Vacation From Vocation

A Vacation From Vocation

Yes, I do realize that I have already published what I really did think, at the time, was my farewell / ave atque vale “Skeptic’s Collection” column. But there is a matter that has been percolating in the back of my mind for some time:  the issue, and the very concept of, “religious vocation”. (I will deal only with Christian vocations in what follows, since Christianity is the religious tradition with which I am most familiar. But I would argue that the following remarks apply, mutatis mutandis, to all monotheistic religious faiths.) So … in styling my supposedly final column as my final column … mea culpa! … I lied. So let’s jump squarely into the middle of my heresy du jour, shall we? Over the past roughly 30 years, I have come to believe – based on bitter personal experi


inspiration This post was inspired by a writing prompt from Karen Hering, author of Writing to Wake the Soul. Here is a quote: “Whether we are writers or not, words help us reach beyond ourselves to name and claim our greater wholeness. They help us summon our best possibilities, bridging between the world as it is today and the place of justice and peace that we long for it to be.” The prompt is: "If peace were a way of moving what would it do (walking, skipping, leaping. . . .)?" I believe that if peace were a way of moving, it would sail. The wind would catch peace and move it forward, so that it could envelop everything within its range. No one can see what's moving it, because the divine spirit is invisible. The breath of God inspires His people with