“How do you do it?” I asked a friend. We’re sitting at an afternoon tea honoring adjuncts. My paper plate is stacked with small squares of cheese and a meager number of strawberries because the unborn baby squeezed underneath my swollen abdomen demands that I eat or feel sick. Fat or protein seems to work the best.
Releasing the Helm
Sitting at their tables, my students listened to me with red-rimmed eyes or drooping heads. Many had half empty coffee cups near them. They were tired. Painfully tired.
We must listen with all our might, with all our will to discern, laying aside our very human desire to be right with a prayer that we may be faithful. – Marilyn Chandler McEntyre, Caring for Words in a Culture of Lies, Wm. B. Eerdmans, 2009 Reflection The air conditioner’s white noise makes my meeting with […]