Standing on the side of love isn’t easy. It means going to love’s edge, standing right on the edge of a circle in which some are included and some are shunted to the outer rim and beyond. The very edge of the circle is the best possible view for seeing who’s in and who’s out.
Is there life after death? I don’t know. My imagination can’t stretch that wide. Is there love after death? It is an act of love that brings us here in the first place. It is love that sustains us. It is love that accompanies us into what I can only imagine as ultimate family.
Life and Death, a topic that reaches into every human heart. …I am among the luckiest people in the world. My mother loved me. She gave me the most important of gifts–birth, life, love, and a graceful death–her death, not mine, or maybe it’smine too.
Haiti is uppermost in the minds and hearts of us all–Haiti, the island nation to the south, its history so intimately linked with that of our own nation. ….We usually don’t pray for a broken heart, but at this time when so many lives are broken, when an entire nation is rent asunder, how can our hearts not break? And if our hearts break, let’s hope that what fills that fault line is love, prayers of love, deeds of love, and the hard truths that only love will allow us to bear.
A meditation on snow. Snow upon snow blankets the Common. It envelops us as we gather to worship this morning. We see it; we walk through it; we shovel it; some of us ski on it; all of us slide on it….but have you ever heard it?
