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Justice is Love in Public

Justice is Love in Public

Our daughter Meredith was seven years old when a psychologist told us that she is autistic. Assuming that Meredith might have some garden-variety learning challenge, my wife Joy and I had sought testing for her. The word “autism” fell on us like a hammer blow. Knowing...
A Different Kind of Life

A Different Kind of Life

Eternal life begins here and now. And it stretches beyond the grave. Here’s my reflection on Psalm 23 (the homily from Sunday’s Morning Prayer). If you would like to read more about a resurrection-shaped life, check out my last book. Click here to check it out My...
Room to Grow

Room to Grow

As fall term gave way to Christmas break in my senior year at high school, I had not applied to a single college. So, Bernadette Mathews—one of my religion teachers—grabbed me by the sleeve and took me to her alma mater for a personal tour.  She had graduated...
Where It Hurts

Where It Hurts

“It hurts so bad. I just don’t understand.” I haven’t actually uttered these words. But these last days my soul has been howling as news stories reported acts of deadly violence driven by searing racial and religious hatred. Maurice Stallard and Vickie Lees Jones had...
Where We Belong

Where We Belong

While they were still married, my parents’ financial circumstances rose and fell.  At times, we lived in some real dumps. For instance, we once called half of a shabby duplex home. You could see the ground through a hole in the kitchen floor. When my mom got a job at...