A sight, a sound, an event turns us upside down in unexpected and commonplace moments. I call this the holy revealing itself. Two brothers chase each other in their yard. The older brother is yelling, “I am going to get you.” The younger brother tries desperately to...
The year was 1971 and I had just turned 40 years old. The Ecumenical Institute still occupied the Bethany Seminary buildings on the west side of Chicago. The subject was related to the New Social Vehicle. All the participants were to pull together stuff they had read...
In January 1983 Lyn Mathews, the wife of the Dean of the Institute of Cultural Affairs asks me to go to the Kingdom of Tonga in the Pacific to participate in the Pacific Training School. I pause for a minute, ask her a couple of questions and then say, “Yes.” I want...
Wishing a Merry Christmas and a great New Year has set my mind to spinning. Sixty-four years since my first date request from Rodney Wilson. That was to go out for a hamburger after operetta rehearsal on Wednesday night. He didn’t know that mid-week nights were off...
It occurred to me recently that we all live on one small blue marble traveling through the space of the universe. Some days I forget that fact and think I’m just located in Prairie Village Kansas. Not! Who was the writer a few years ago who explained our impact...
As an author, I experience that one of the hardest moments of working on a book is deciding the title. Maybe that comes easily for some folks, but I always struggle with that task. Several years before his death, Rodney Wilson began work on his life story. Many bits...
