At the Deathbed of an Exceptional Person

  Before this week, the second-to-last time I saw Fr. C was three or four months ago; he was all smiles, busying himself with small tasks to be done around the Metropolis headquarters. “You’re working too hard for someone who’s supposed to be retired,” I chided him with a grin. “You can’t get rid of me that easily,”…

Ever and Always a Gardener

On the Time Eternal podcast, I recently posted a conversation with my friend, Kerry, who grew up in a conservative Mennonite community in rural Manitoba. We talked about her experience of assimilating to the broader culture as well as how she’s come to regard the temporal rhythms of her childhood with both grief and gratitude. The episode seemed…

(Re)Reading Rilke on the Way to Lent

I am praying again, Awesome One. . . . It’s here in all the pieces of my shame that now I find myself again. I yearn to belong to something, to be contained in an all-embracing mind that sees me as a single thing. Rainer Maria Rilke   Last week, I realized something startling: it seems no one…

Christmas Eve with Dietrich Bonhoeffer

Well, Saturday is upon us and this evening, we will embark on the Great and Holy Feast of the Nativity of Christ. Call me crazy, but there’s always a bit of grief when you know a fast is ending. Believe me I’m looking forward to Christmas and all that entails (cough Bacon cough). But the fasts are always such a…

Forefeasts and Afterfeasts: Becoming Present in the Periphery

I don’t know about you, but these autumnal days have been busy and bleary. I always want autumn to tarry, to pass me slowly and contemplatively by. It never seems to obey, though–falls are always busy, the leaves bid farewell too quickly, and the rough winds fly like they are in a hurry. When I am busy like this, I…