These are photographs which I took at the Monastery of the Holy Spirit in Conyers, Georgia, as well as a few other places I have been over the years. There are also essays down below and links, on the right, to some of my published books and essays. Hope you enjoy them.
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Sunday Homily
Nineteenth Sunday of the Year Homily
My Mom lives in an assisted living facility called Christwood, in
That was ten years ago. A lot of mom’s friends moved there so the transition was not as hard as it would have been had she been a total newcomer. A strange place, at an advanced age, brings with it a lot of fear. We all like the known and familiar. Everyone seems to take for granted the name of the place – they do not talk much about whatever relationship exists between Christ and the name of the residence. But there is a fairly recent arrival who took notice, in a very lighthearted way. Her name is
Not long ago, when I was there, there was a party and she offered to take pictures of my family with her digital camera. It is said that you can tell something about a person by the way that they drive. Well, you can tell a lot about
She is a living example of how user-friendly things can and should dispel fear.
The Gospel should be as user-friendly.
As early as the third century, this gospel has been used as a sort of mini-manual to encourage us to not be afraid. We are encouraged to trust the Lord and not sink into the rough seas of life. Yet, as often as we hear it, it is perhaps as common to experience a fear of losing its meaning. Fear is a pervasive experience in life. We all need occasional, if not daily, reminders to let go of our fears and do what we can to live life with faith, hope and love.
The first reading suggests that God’s presence in our lives may be as subtle and as every-day-like as a whisper. God is always there, in and through the most ordinary things.
My mom was recently sick and on the night she came home from the hospital, there was a knock at her apartment door. I opened it and there stood
She said that in a whisper, and quietly peeked into the room and told my mom not to be afraid because she was home with friends. “We are always here,” she said.
Some day, I hope to ask