This evening I read a wonderful sermon by Martin Luther King Jr. about unfulfilled dreams. I’d not read the sermon before but was especially moved by the topic. The topic was unfulfilled dreams.
It’s a powerful idea, isn’t it. The phrase “unfulfilled dreams” has a lonely tone, as though life were supposed to be something life isn’t.
In the sermon, Dr. King spoke of Gandhi’s desire to unite India but…
Every time we have an inauguration here in the States, I remember that book by Douglas Coupland called Life After God. It’s a wonderful little book of loosely connected short stories about life in our current, western, spiritual vacuum.
In one of the latter stories, Coupland’s character is in New York on business (down from Vancouver, BC) and hears about the inauguration gearing up in DC. He visits, marveling at the crowd and the pomp and circumstance. If you’ve ever attended an inauguration, it’s truly a remarkable scene. Perhaps the closest we can come to feeling a remnant of Rome. Or ancient Greece.
Coupland’s character gives plenty of thought to…
We’re changing the way we approach our Sunday Morning Music posts. For the next several months, these posts will be authored by artists so you can get a glimpse into what inspires them. We hope you enjoy today’s post from our friend, Katie Herzig.
Good morning! Last week, the boy and the puddle took the majority vote.
Would love to hear which of these is your favorite….
“We first make our habits, then our habits make us.” -Poet John Dryden
I heard a story about a man named Eugene Pauly – E.P. Because of permanent brain damage, E.P. has no short-term memory. He doesn’t know where his own kitchen is. When you ask him, he just shrugs. But twenty minutes later, he gets off the couch and gets a drink from the refrigerator. He can’t explain it. E.P. takes a daily walk around the neighborhood – and when asked which house is his, he doesn’t know. However, when he gets to his driveway, he always finds the right house and goes inside.
Why? According to research from Duke University, more than 40% of our…
I have always loved a perch, a high place from which to look out at the world.
The earliest perch I remember was the top bunk of a bed my father made for me. There I could watch for imagined bad guys and from my vantage point, keep myself and my small herd of stuffed animals safe from harm. And then one summer, after watching the movie Swiss Family Robinson, my dad built a tree house for my sister and me. Nestled high in the branches of a walnut tree with its small porch overlooking our farm, it too was a place to keep watch.
In my teens, my roost was at the crest of a small mountain in my hometown of Montreat, North Carolina. There, hidden in the crevasse between two boulders, I could observe the…
Years ago I wrote a popular essay about how I discovered that I am the real problem in the world. It was a major epiphany for me. The problem was within me and within you, too. My essay went on to discuss a theological understanding of the idea, namely we are all fallen creatures, desperate to be reunited with our maker.
Years later I met Tom Shadyac and was delighted to find he’d taken a philosophical treatment of this realization far, and had even turned it into a film. Tom has his own faith and it…
Yesterday I had lunch with a new friend and the conversation came around to faith, to how my beliefs have changed since I wrote the book Blue Like Jazz. I thought perhaps I’d blog about it and turn it into a recurring series. My faith has indeed changed. In ways, it’s become more clear, and in other ways, much more indefinable.
Here are a few ways my faith has changed…
We’re changing the way we approach our Sunday Morning Music posts. For the next several months, these posts will be authored by artists so you can get a glimpse into what inspires them. We hope you enjoy today’s post from our friend, Sandra McCracken.
In our last Saturday Morning Cereal post, we featured the inspiring story of Caine’s Arcade. Please watch it if you haven’t already done so.
We have a new group of videos for you this week. Would love to…
