When I fantasize about a joyful Christmas morning I picture a large, freshly cut fir tree blanketed in white lights and homemade ornaments with neatly wrapped gift boxes filled with video games, designers clothes and shoes, iPads, and jewelry spilling from beneath the tree’s limbs. I imagine a large, happy family snuggled up by a roaring fire watching old movies and sipping hot chocolate without a worry on our minds. Our stomachs are full. The bills have been paid. We have everything we could possibly need. All is merry and bright.
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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”
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”
Where is God in the Midst of Suffering
The article below is a piece that I published several years ago with the Integrated Catholic Life. I’d completely forgotten about it. I don’t think I came across it today coincidentally, because it is just the reminder that I needed. I’m posting it here in the hopes that it might encourage you. Continue reading “Where is God in the Midst of Suffering”
Lessons in Tragedy-2
In one of the letters my grandfather wrote to my grandmother while serving in WWII he describes a trip into town that he and his supply sergeant made. I’m not certain where exactly in France they were, but he mentions the area of Commercy, France. Continue reading “Lessons in Tragedy-2”
Lessons in Tragedy-Part 1
I don’t know what triggered the memory. I was visiting my parents’ house in Texas, wallowing in a heap of self-pity and pining for my children who were on the beaches of South Carolina with their father, hunting for seashells, giggling as the waves tickled their toes. Continue reading “Lessons in Tragedy-Part 1”
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