“Accept being shipwrecked.” Ah, yes, I think, as I come to this line in my morning reading. This wisdom is stabilizing. And then I smile at the irony the wordplay, a small gift of whimsy, ribbon wrapped around the greater gift of perspective. For the past 16 years, I have spent the mornings of late … More Shipwrecked – but reaching
I am nursing a cold on this Good Friday so I am at home alone, rather than in the company of other pilgrims who mark this signpost of our faith by going to church. I have been reading a new book for Lent, God For Us, which is not only full of rich writing, but … More Good Friday musings, April 18, 2014
Don’t be afraid. We hear it from a father, releasing a child to her first solo bike ride, as he lifts his hands from the fender. Don’t be afraid, a mother soothes as a child protests against the dark at bedtime. Don’t be afraid, says the roller coaster operator as he snaps the steel harness … More Let’s not let fear have the last word
Lynda MacGibbon 