I have a friend wrung out by grief, who told me recently that it is near-impossible to pray. How can she pray? Where are the words? Who is this God she doesn’t understand? I committed, when she said that, to pray on her behalf. But where to start? I started with the Psalms, and pray... Continue Reading →
One Small Prayer
platitude, noun: a remark or statement (especially with moral content) that has been used too often to be interesting or thoughtful. Cliché. It has happened a hundred times. At gravesides, hospital beds, over coffee. Tears are falling, someone is looking for answers. He won’t be with us much longer. I’m going to lose the... Continue Reading →
