My oldest daughter sat across the table from me and shook her head no. The gesture was full of sadness and quiet acceptance. She tapped into an inner strength that she had discovered over the past few years.
This was the first time she had said the words. That ship has sailed. There will be no babies for us, Mom.
Richard of St. Victor, a 12th-century Scottish theologian, is not exactly a household name in 21st-century Christian circles. Truth to tell, I only know of him because of a curious conversation I once had with my friend, the late Richard John Neuhaus, who told me of a friendly discussion he'd had with Rabbi David Novak one summer about the Scotsman's Trinitarian theology, which tried to establish by reason that God must be triune. (We talked about a lot of strange and wondrous things, up there on the cottage deck in the Ottawa Valley.)
Our approximately 48-hour visit to the "top of the mountain" neared its end. I knew we soon would be leaving, with only mid-day prayer and a lunch of Vietnamese food ahead on the schedule. I wanted to savor that prayer experience, to let it satisfy my spiritual taste buds in a way no food ever could.
Perhaps, I thought, I had a bit of Peter in me: Lord, it is good for us to be here.
Working for a weekly newspaper has its challenges, most have to do with time. One might assume that the pace at a weekly newspaper is 1/7th that of a daily, but it's just not the case. Some weeks feel more intense than they would at a daily, in part because we have a smaller staff.
But social media changes that. No real newspaper is just weekly or daily or whatever frequency any more. We're all instant.
Thank you, Twitter.
The chaos in Ferguson in the last couple of weeks has presented both great opportunities and challenges for a level field for all news media.
It is hard to imagine that we are coming to the end of summer. Children are getting ready to return to school, family vacations have run their course and summer projects are slowly coming to a halt. The raw energy of free time will soon yield to the spirit of serenity, and the lush, verdant pastures soon will welcome the brown and reddish tones of a different season and time.
In the days since the fatal shooting by police of Michael Brown in Ferguson, images in the media have been riveting and heartbreaking. There have been confrontations with police, destruction and looting of stores. And then there are those glimpses of fire, the raging fire.