Tag: Dohle
In the least
In praying, the Christian always stands with Christ in the middle of history. Our history, for Christ has been always present in the lives of men, walking with us, dwelling within our hearts, for he is the Word after all. In the beginning was the Word, by that we are all held in existence, for… Read More ›
What do you say?
When tragedy comes home to roost, taking it’s rest among what is left, chards only black as midnight, beauty gone forever below the sod, the gaping inner void it leaves behind, bleeding wounds that will never really heal; what do you say? Clichés is all that can roll out, for gentle words do little to… Read More ›
Bold Red
Tiny choices bear far flung fruit, the seeds germinate each in their own time, waiting for abundance of whatever sort to come forth. Some fruit sweet to the taste, others bitter, then there are those which are poison, spreading pain, death and fear. Often planted deep, hidden, for generations, when its growth suddenly hits the… Read More ›
No illusions
I had the honor of visiting a prison here in Atlanta, in order to give an informal talk. Marco, both a friend and a mentor was the go between. It was through him that I had the pleasure of meeting the Rev. John Smith, who was the one who extended the invitation. I met Marco… Read More ›
Afternoon visit magnify
I drove one of my charges to visit a friend yesterday, he is 96 years old with a very healthy sense of humor, interested in many things but most of all he loves others. Her name is Claire the lady we visited, a very beautiful woman, kind, compassionate, who has her mother, and also a… Read More ›
Crowded lobby
Emergency rooms are places of waiting, of hurrying to get there and then just sitting, often in a crowded lobby, witnessing the human drama of our fragility played out in living color; pain, worry, suffering lived out in full view, though most so preoccupied with their own drama it can mostly be fazed out. I… Read More ›
Prejudice
I can remember an incident that happened with my mother when I was 16 years of age. This of course happened in Panama, where I spent my high school years. Before I go into my little altercation I had with my mother, I would like to say something about her. Like my father, I would… Read More ›
Reach back
At times in all our lives for reasons perhaps not known, someone will approach us afraid, vulnerable, their guard let down perhaps for the first time, or after many tries but courage lacking, reaches out seeking something, when that happens, reach back for it allowing ourselves to be loved and simply being present we become… Read More ›
Swallowed
Its all me, that is the hard learned lesson slowly coming to light, my reactions and sufferings are my own, the world I live in flows from my deep subjectivity making my desire to be objective impossible though it is not a fool’s errand to try. I am often swallowed, devoured like Jonah, the belly… Read More ›
Mercy beyond all telling
Upon the cross as he hung in pain, between two thieves, one who mocked the other more humble, his body racked with pain unimaginable, betrayed by his apostles, who like cowards fled. One betraying, another denying, the others hidden in fear, something really not so hard to understand, for the heart of man is divided,… Read More ›