Jean-Paul Sartre once wrote a play entitled: ‘The Living Dead”. The climactic scene is set in the attic of a house in France during World War II, where a half dozen captured members of the Resistance are being kept. The … Continue reading
I was ten years old when my parents shuffled me and my brother into one of the front rows of the main, outdoor theatre in the small, Bavarian town. The crowd pushed and shoved for privileged seating to watch the … Continue reading
During this season of Epiphany – which means ‘revelation’ – we will again uncover the identity of God made flesh in Jesus. How will we do that? While Epiphany is a positive celebration of the meaning of the “Word made … Continue reading
Last night, the hustle and bustle of getting ready, and anticipating the birth. Last night, the noise, the anxiety, the smelly stable, the animals, the shepherds, the chorus of heaven singing in the starry, silent night. “Joy to the world” … Continue reading
I don’t have many bad memories from my youth. But recurring is one from exam time in highschool. This memory brings back desperate feelings of failure, despair, and shame. The exam was for a history or English course. And it … Continue reading
There’s a bouncy feel to the rhythm of Mark’s story-telling. I can track the Gospel of Mark on a chart in terms of highs and lows: The highs are the remarkable, miraculous, inexplicable even sensational events witnessed by story-tellers. Beginning … Continue reading
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