This morning at around 7:00 AM my dear friend Chad died, leaving behind his wife Renee and their two sons Colin (7) and Aidan (3). My heart is broken. Chad was a beautiful man. So tender hearted, kind, and generous.
“The day you die is better than the day you are born. It is better to spend your time at funerals than at festivals. For you are going to die, and you should think about it while there is still
Paul Ricœur — “the philosopher whose writings on hermeneutics were the cornerstone of an ambitious rethinking of the relationship between the humanities and the social sciences . . .” died today at the age of 92. Read more here and
As the news of Pope John Paul II’s home-going sinks in, I am moved to pray all the more for the Cardinals who will be gathering in the selection process of the next pope. Peace, dwight
Ultimately our claim to know the one God only gains credence in the contemporary world as we demonstrate the Divine presence through the way we live – through our lives as we connect our Christian belief with true Christian living.
Like most people 😉 my mind occasionally drifts to happy thoughts of Heidegger’s notion of Dasein as being-unto-death. Marty (can I call him Marty?) reminds us that when people becomes aware of their inevitable death; really aware, like after a
Michael Jinkins, writes: “When the church faces the prospect of its own demise (for whatever reasons), it faces a critical moment when its vocation is called into question, when it has the unparalleled opportunity to comprehend and render its life.
“Depend upon it, Sir,when a man knows he is to be hanged in a fortnight,it concentrates his mind wonderfully.” Samuel Johnson, Sept 19, 1777 Michael Jinkins begins his book, “The Church faces Death” with this quote from Samuel Johnson. If
I am grieving the loss of the patron saint of the neighborhood. Fred Rogers, known to most of us simply as “Mr. Rogers” died of stomach cancer yesterday. Raised in Canada I didn’t grow up watching Mr. Rogers, I grew
“People will come to adore the technologies that undo their capacities to think” ― Neil Postman, Amusing Ourselves to Death Neil Postman (1931-2003) died yesterday, October 5, 2003. Postman was chair of the Department of Culture and Communications at New York University,
Saddened to learn of the death of Ernie Coombs, forever known to me as Mr. Dressup. Ernie Coombs died on September 18, 2001 after suffering a stroke a few days earlier. I suppose Mr. Dressup was Canada’s Mr. Rogers, and
I woke up to the news and the images of the airplanes being flown into the towers, and I haven’t been able to turn off the TV. I have no words… feeling shock, fear, horror, grief, disbelief, confused… bracing for
1975 was a big year for me. “Saturday Night Live” premiered. I started the first grade. Jaws came out, and I learned a new word. 1975 was the year that my dad’s dad, my grandfather was diagnosed with cancer. It
