Monthly Archives: August 2018

Wednesday August 29 “ But how can they believe me? When sometimes I don’t even believe myself. Maybe it’s time to be loud.” Today’s Post –  “Being Catholic” I wear my faith quietly, like a pebble in your pocket Smooth and … Continue reading →

Monday,  August 27  “committed to being surprised” When I pray from Mark or Matthew or Luke (the three “synoptic gospels”),  it helps me to treat the evangelist like a poet, to allow the surprise buried in the text to stop me in … Continue reading →

Friday, August 24 I just saw this “Young Voices Column” in the National Catholic Reporter.  Mark Piper’s explanation of the Mercy Associates organization is very helpful.  It appears as an early notice during the weeks running up into Mercy Week.    I … Continue reading →

Wednesday, August 22  “strangers no longer” The large bulletin board on our second floor, next to the copier, the fax, our snail-mail boxes, the car keys,  creates a public space for us 22 Jesuits to stop and see what one … Continue reading →

Friday, August 17  “You are not leaving. Even as the light fades quickly now, you are arriving.” This week, it seems, is packed with one-off start-of-the-year events:  a gathering of c. 1000 teachers from the Detroit Catholic school system,  Betsy, … Continue reading →

Wednesday, August 15 “Our parents look on in disbelief as we pioneer delights they thought only they knew before those delights gave them us.” Perhaps I like this Debra Spencer poem the way I like several other of her poems. … Continue reading →

Monday, August 13  –  “  . . .  How big is my heart, I wonder?” I’d looked at two or three poems before this one ran into me.  Bam!  So precise, so demanding.    At times, when looking for a … Continue reading →

Friday, August 10  “Though your seeds are tiny you grow with fierce will” My sibs and are going to take advantage of what looks to be a rain-free day and check out the many ways the city interacts with the … Continue reading →

Wednesday, August 8  “If Grand River were a river, I would walk along its banks From village to village, If Grand River were a river, Children could dance at water’s edge, Dances of freedom.” With thanks to Rosemary, here is … Continue reading →

Monday, August 6 –   “And no his neighborhood is not like a war zone” We, who live and work in Detroit, 8 Mile Road down to the River, we  live with many perceptions of Detroit.  Jamaal May’s “There are Birds … Continue reading →