Today I remember another day, a day thirteen years ago when I sat near the prayer table in our school atrium. Around me were gathered fifteen third graders who were waiting for me to talk about what had happened the day before, to offer them God’s explanation of the images they had seen playing in continuous loop on their television screens at home: fiery, falling buildings; planes colliding with…
Establishing peace by connecting the spirit and the child.Ask me anything
The mother and child peeked into the atrium as I was tidying away the materials left from the kindergarten group that had just left. Peering up over her glasses, the four year old bounced up on her toes, making the large bow on her red hair tremble and slip further sideways.
“Miss Kay, I want to show my mom the book,” she whispered.
“Of course,” I replied. The little girl grabbed her mother’s…
If you only listen to one thing today, let it be this. A message from Desmond Tutu that we can’t hear enough in this life.
There’s no question about the reality of evil, of injustice, of suffering, but at the center of this existence is a heart beating with love.
That you and I and all of us are incredible. I mean, we really are remarkable things. That we are, as a matter of fact, made for goodness.
I was in a hurry, sweeping up items left unrestored by the children who had left the atrium. I was in such a hurry I nearly missed, nearly swept away the simple statement left behind at the gestures of the Eucharist table. There, in an act of mystagogy made visible, was the paper bread left over from a child’s enactment of the fraction. Was it an accident that it was left as a heart on the pat…