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A ten-year-old boy stands unassumingly on stage in front of the “Britain’s Got Talent” judges. First, he’s asked common questions such as his name and age.  Then, the bombshell response to the question, “Are you confident about winning the competition?”  With honesty written all over the boy’s face, he says, “No!” The audience erupts withContinue reading “Honesty”

In the sacristy before Mass, I briefly conversed with two altar servers, a ten-year-old male and a fifteen-year-old female. With piercing eyes looking up at me, the ten year says, “You are old.” Rebutting, the fifteen-year-old says, “No!  That’s not true. Father looks young.” This back-and-forth conversation persisted until it was time to leave forContinue reading “Perspectives, Data and Intuition”

Fifteen minutes before the start of the Eucharistic celebration at the Living Water Community Chapel, I was having a silent moment in the children’s room, separated from the main worship area by a glass window. Sitting meditatively, Antonio, an eight-year-old boy, quietly stood eye-to-eye with me.   “You are missing something. Guess what it is?” heContinue reading “Antonio’s Holy Moment”

When yuh hear de riddim and de iron And de man wit de congo drum In de engine room Is ah vibes in de session When we jamming to de steelpan Come and join de lime, grab yuh bottle and spoon Is ah party in de engine room In de engine room we go jamContinue reading “De Sabbath of Lent”

Its carpet-like grass  green in the rainy season brown in the dry season. Its wide expansive space littered with aged, adult, adolescent, and youthful trees. Its huge umbrella-like shady trees. It’s devoted coconut vendors. It’s a tranquil ambiance.  It’s an oasis amidst a bustling noisy city, Drawing people to play, compete, relax, chill, exercise, party,Continue reading “Savannah Grass*”

God becomes incarnate in the parochialism of space and time. Present yet limited. . . in Palestine. in Israel. in the villages of Bethlehem and Nazareth. in Jerusalem. within Jewish race, religion, and culture. on the mountaintop of Olive. in the Jordan River. on the plains of Galilee. on the shores of Lake Galilee. inContinue reading “Incarnation – From parochialism to universalism”

I feel like a wounded animal. I feel emotionally fragile. I feel emotionally sensitive. I feel emotionally vulnerable. My wound may be small as a pinhead, But it feels like a colossal mountain. Even the gentle touch of a finger Feels like a massive ton of bricks. What do I need now? I need. .Continue reading “Wounded Animal”

This blog was inspired by a visit with Sr. Theresa Lowe-Chin by Anna Perkins and Donald Chambers. It captures this “woman of mercy” and insights from our conversation. Wisdom is Sophia. Wisdom is creation’s lifeblood. Wisdom gives birth to children. Wisdom gives birth to Terry. Wisdom is personified, In an intellectual, a mentor, a colleague,Continue reading “A Child of Wisdom Incarnate – Sr. Terry”

Church. Ecclesia. Assembly. Communion, Participation, and Mission. Communion equals encountering and accompanying. The encounter of Grace in Jesus Christ, Grace a strength for the journey and accompaniment.  Participation equals embracing and valuing the gifts of each participant. Using the gifts, not in a silo, but in communion. Journeying to do what? Journeying on Mission.  AnContinue reading “Church – From Community to Social Club”

My father gifted me with . . . . . . the discipline to order and organize, . . . respect of time, . . . the ability to reason and analyze, . . . an interest in public affairs, . . . perseverance in tasks, . . . unbridled capacity to stay focused, .Continue reading “Gifts from my father”