At 80, my friend Margaret confessed, “I just don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.” That quickly became my mantra and, unknowingly, she became my role model. We eagerly worked to build race relations locally, swapped books and thoughts at our neighborhood club, prayed together, and
Spiritual Reflections
To Gaze at Stars
Camp, a Contemplative Rhythm and Spiritual Companionship
I packed the car in the cool of night, blessing each basket of goodies, expressing gratitude for the rewarding task ahead. In the morning I would head to Quaker Knoll Camp on Cowan Lake to offer a retreat on spiritual nurture—my vocation for the past 20 years—for the opening of
I Believe…Help Thou My Unbelief
I believe, help thou my unbelief I take the finite risk of trusting like a child I believe, help thou my unbelief I walk into the unknown trusting all the while. These lyrics are from one of so many hymns and worship songs from perhaps the most prolific hymnist of
UN-blurring the Only Vision One Has
Love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared to love in dreams. Dostoevsky If you see it another way, God will clarify the difficulty for you. It is important that we continue on our course, no matter what stage we have reached. A Letter of Paul to the