I was under the gun to get this column finished. The editor had me in her sights so I decided to bite the bullet and give it my best

Mimi was my surrogate grandmother all the years I was growing up.  She was born in St. Raphael, France, near Nice. Born of a second-generation Italian father and a French

Usually this is not the question.  Rather, it’s why isn’t God? Why isn’t God doing something about the refugees?  Why does God allow wars and famine and disease?   Why does

 Centuries ago, a wise prophet and a dreamer observed that without a vision, the people will perish. My daughter moved to Australia in 2001.  Over the course of several visits

Charles and Winnie Wilmore had moved to a house in East New Orleans in August, 2005, just three weeks before Hurricane Katrina. They had been able to locate a home

My last blog, “Who is God?” was the second in a series of five.  I will continue with the third one but I’m taking a break this week to muse

A conversation last week with a good friend got me thinking about language, particularly, language about God.  Already, in that first sentence, lies the heart of my dilemma. It’s about

They had been wandering in the wilderness for weeks, footsore, frustrated and fed up with their leaders.  Where were they going?  When would they get there?   Why couldn’t they have

When my granddaughter Julia was two, she and I would play a game in the car on the way to our house.  As we got close to Concord, she would

Many years ago I read a book by John Hanson Mitchell called Ceremonial Time.  It’s the history of one square mile over fifteen thousand years, the first of five books called The