On some level, the miracle is that with such a small amount, vast quantities of food were provided—enough for twelve baskets to be filled. But on another level, the miracle is this: that God’s love will not let us go: no matter what we face, what hunger we bring, what thirst we may suffer, no matter what we’ve done—God’s love will not let us go. So that nothing—and no one—may be lost.
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Love, Teaching, and Vulnerability
Enjoyment is one of the key intangible ingredients to fostering love in the classroom. There is a sense of playfulness in enjoyment. And there is also a sense of splendid possibility. Enjoyment and eros go hand in hand. They both have to do with knowing, and searching, and being known.
Why Bother With the History of Worship?
I am feeling happy tonight, because I got through another huge to-do list over the past 24 hours. I am tired, worn out. But it is a good tired. Akin to the tired from working in a garden, I think. A tired that feels like my energies went to the appropriate places. This morning I…
Religious Me Through Time
For my pedagogy class this afternoon, we were asked to reflect briefly on our "childhood experience of religion." I was so amused in writing my response, that I decided I really wanted to share it with you. As a child I experienced God as my companion, physically (if invisibly) standing beside me in much the…
Symphony
Last Thursday night I went to the Symphony for the very first time. Going to the symphony has always been an ideal of mine. An unrealized ideal. Until this year. Along with some friends, I bought a subscription to this season's symphony in The City. We bought the student package. And our seats are not…