
A Prayer for November
Guide our ways and point us to the light that never fades. So that a dark, November night can be our healing and our balm.

Guide our ways and point us to the light that never fades. So that a dark, November night can be our healing and our balm.

there is also no escape from Resurrection, and Reconciliation with God in all the little things we missed along the way. No exclusion from sharing in the ultimate joy in praising God, face to face, in Glory.

So whether your saint wins the Golden Halo or just accompanies you on your daily rounds, let them whisper in your ear reminding you that you too are a member of this august company of saints, adulterers, liars, and fakes.

Sin is a form of stubbornness, the idea that I can do what I want, when I want, to whom I want to do it, and in the manner I choose to do it.

Today, on All Souls Day I pray a litany, asking all these people to be with me, to stand beside me, in the year ahead.

“We have to have more than textbooks. We need text-people” (Abraham Joshua Heschel). Both are necessary and nourishing. Both shape our beliefs and views of the world.

If Halloween was the only time we hid behind masks that would be one thing. But I believe that all too often we hide behind these unrealistic expectations which we place on ourselves.

I have a huge box marked “Stewardship” which contains, among other things, a bazillion schemes for encouraging giving. Some new, some forty years old. They all look the same.

Why was God so hard on Moses and Aaron? What’s the big deal, anyway? Did God change his mind about hitting stones? These are all good questions too, but I suspect the question Moses had was simply, WHY?

Change has come. Change is coming. Change will come, and will we change with it or will we remain the same?