When I die, I want to be buried in a simple wooden box. Not the kind of casket that looks like a piece of living room furniture, but just a box that signals quite clearly that it is supposed to do nothing more but (…)
January 2017
Eight years ago, when Barack Obama was sworn in for his first term, I was in my novitiate year. It was the day of the week when our group of novices helped out at St. Francis Inn in Philadelphia. We were a small group, (…)
Come what come may, time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Several strands of my life come together in this phrase. I’ll just peel off one of them. My teacher in Latin, starting in Grade 5, who would also teach me English, (…)
The new year has begun, students are returning to school, and my task is to reach out to them at Vancouver Island University. I pray that this ministry will be fruitful. It will not be easy, though. I have yet to get to (…)
To start off my blog in the new year, here are some words on my favorite topic, faith and science. As I have labored hard to understand both, I ought to have something to say about their relationship. However, when I do, I often (…)
