Monthly Archives: January 2016

Thursday January 28 – “Yes, that was me you saw shaking with bravery . . . “ pg. 11 This has been a busy week: back-to-back board meetings — Denver, Santa Clara and Detroit, followed by a conference in Washington. … Continue reading →

Monday, January 25   – a new work day  I looked out of our 2nd floor living room window, over the still-in-progress McNichols entrance, onto pre-dawn Parking Lot F.  I saw two cars near the lot entrance.   When this post … Continue reading →

Wednesday, January 20  –  “and each body a lion of courage, and something precious to the earth.” About 5:00 pm this afternoon in Gesu Church just north of UDM’s McNichols campus, women and men who have worked with, laughed with, … Continue reading →

Friday  January 15   “We accomplish in our lifetime only a tiny fraction Of the magnificent enterprise that is God’s work.” Ken Untener’s last job was as bishop of Saginaw, MI for the last 24 years of his life (d. … Continue reading →

Wednesday,  January 13 — Singing before God Many people have posted to the list about Gerry Stockhausen’s passing.    Thank you.    Today’s post remembers that Stock sang and played a 12 string guitar.  Lots of times. Have a blest … Continue reading →

Monday – January 11 — A Treasure . . . “buy the field” People tell each other stories about what they see, and hear, and touch.  People listen to stories.   This ancient rhythm weaves humans together over and over.   … Continue reading →

Friday January 8 — “I fell from the ice castle of myself” When a planned program draws c. 50 faculty, staff and administrators during the January UDM Colleagues Day, and no one wants to leave after the hour allotted, so that 1 … Continue reading →

Wednesday, January 6 – “Sometimes if you move carefully” These days, in US Roman Catholic practice, the Feast of Epiphany is celebrated on the first Sunday after New Year’s Day.  The logic is that more people can make it to the … Continue reading →

Monday, January 4  – “just average changes” Mary Ann Buckley, a soul friend of 40 years, wrote me on December 31 to introduce me to this lean and understated poem written by “a young Afro-American man in prison.”    A … Continue reading →