I read, “In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God.” I did not need any prior church or explanation to tell me that this sentence meant something extraordinary: the foundation of all meaning-making was in the beginning … and it “became flesh and dwelt among us”… and this was Jesus.

God is still good. His creation is still good. But we are called to act. Our rage must be tempered by the goodness that does yet exist.

I’ve had a lot more practice at coping and problem solving than I’ve had at trusting anyone, God included. So I suffer from depression, and I may suffer for the rest of my life. The suffering comes from a lack of trust and searching in vain for ways to be self-sufficient.

This past year, although I never wrote it down, my word was “weakness.”

The earliest memory I have of Christmas are lights – colorful lights.

I sincerely believe that the average person is confused about how Covid-19 spreads and how the measures recommended by the CDC are intended to decrease the spread of the virus.