Calvin says somewhere that each of us is an actor on a stage and God is the audience. That metaphor has always interested me, because it makes us artists of our behavior, and the reaction of God to us might be thought of as aesthetic rather than morally judgmental in the ordinary sense.”
Infertility—a gift!? Poison and a curse—that’s how this unexplained infertility of ours felt to me for what seemed like an eternity. Nine years of trying to have a child of our own was like having to drink bitter waters from a poisoned well month after month.
Anyone engaging in the practice of Sabbath can expect a rough ride, at least at first. This is because Sabbath involves pleasure, rest, freedom and slowness, and most North Americans are sold on speed, productivity, multitasking. Stopping for one whole day can feel like a kind of death.
Where were you on the day John Paul II died? I won’t soon forget, for I was caught in a looking-glass world of improbable encounters and reactions. A friendly neighbor dropped by to deliver his boy for a play date with our son Andy. “Did you hear the pope is dying?” (Yes, I did.) “Can’t see why such a fuss is being made about him.” (I can.
Poet and writer Maya Angelou, who died last month, was revered by many persons, black and white, for her way with words and her story of overcoming a difficult childhood. What was less remembered about her was her social activism—her support, for example, of black nationalist leader Malcolm X and, more recently, of marriage equality. She personally called New York state senator Shirley Huntley, who opposed marriage equality, to get her to reconsider when New York was deliberating about legalizing marriage for gays and lesbians. Huntley changed her mind and voted for the legislation (Think Progress, May 28).