Fretting is fine on guitars, but not at 3 am.

I was a tuba player. For seven years of my life. For two years in college I was the fourth chair out of four. The low expectations suited me (pun intended). Every year during spring break, we went on tour, visiting churches and schools and sunshine. We got to know people on the long bus […]

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A confession of worry

God. We need you. We need something or someone to anchor us.We need something or someone to steady us.We need something or someone to stop changing all the time. Because everyone and everything is changing all the time. We are fretting. On account of evil doers.And we aren’t sure who the evil doers are anymore. […]

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A prayer for the tenth Sunday in Ordinary Time

God. We are losing heart. Our troubles feel heavy. We feel like we are wasting away day by day. We do not feel like Paul. It’s possible, of course, that the trouble is that we are fixing our eyes on what we see. Arguments, catastrophes, deaths around the world and in our town and in […]

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The swirling mix of seasons

God created seasons – both in our lives and for the planet. Five months ago, we were in the depths of winter and a seemingly hopeless phase of the pandemic. Now, as suburban Denver is the greenest I’ve ever seen and people are starting to publicly gather again, there seems to be a rising sense […]

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Finding words when we are running out.

I wrote this a year ago. I found it when I was trying to make sense of how I was feeling today. I decided that we both may need my words from last year. +++ I think that I’m getting to be of a certain age. There is death all around me.  Not the hospital […]

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