The Quarantine Writing Project

I’ve written before about discovering the letters my grandfather wrote to my grandmother while stationed in France and Germany during World War II ( you can read about them here, here and here), and what a treasure it has been to read through those letters. They’ve given me a window into the past that history books, or even news articles from that time, could never offer. I’ve learned about their personal hopes and fears, what they saw, and how they managed each day.  I’ve read those letters dozens of times, and they never get old to me. They make me feel close to grandparents in a way I never did while they were living.

It occurred to me the other day that it would be such a shame Continue reading “The Quarantine Writing Project”

Man’s Search for Meaning

The rug has been ripped out from beneath us, and we are on the brink of the unknown. We who once imagined ourselves invincible, with our medical advancements and  (at least to some extent) our economic security, are now terrified and in the grip of grief. Continue reading “Man’s Search for Meaning”

In the Face of Darkness

If there is any generation that understands the darkness of fear and uncertainty, the feelings of helplessness, and the temptation to despair that we now face Continue reading “In the Face of Darkness”

Suffering and Self-Preservation

The other day I heard someone say, “The more we are consumed with self-preservation the less attention we give to self-evaluation.” Continue reading “Suffering and Self-Preservation”

Jesus and the Children

While rummaging through boxes in the basement, I came across an old issue of the Magnificat. On the cover is a painting by the renowned Russian landscape painter , Vasily Baksheyev, entitled “Christ Blessing”. Continue reading “Jesus and the Children”

All Shall Be Well

I don’t know when I first read these lines from St. Teresa of Avila but since then I’ve repeated them so many times that I have committed them to memory. I hope you find them as great a source of comfort as I have. Each time I say them I am then reminded of the words of St. Julian of Norwich: “All Shall Be Well.” Continue reading “All Shall Be Well”