I spend a lot of time trying to figure out how to get the most out of this faith journey. How to go about it. How to open myself up to Jesus Christ.
How to engage the faith like a saint. I mull it over.
I'm not certain that is the right approach anymore. It seems more efficient to just be docile, like falling into the swimming pool on that old Nestea commercial. Don't try to figure it all out. Just give yourself to it, with abandon.
Like most citizens of Washington, D.C., I pay too little attention to the sites other Americans make sacrifices to visit. Earlier this month, though, prompted by reading James Scott's "Target Tokyo," a comprehensive history of the famous Doolittle Raid on April 18, 1942, I strolled through Arlington National Cemetery in search of three graves.
When I was in fourth grade, one of my school assignments was to write an autobiography. Oblivious to how funny it was to ask a 9-year-old to summarize his life experience, I wrote and illustrated my (albeit young) life story and titled it, "Where the Tires Roll."
The title came from my life as the son of a college football coach, a nomadic lifestyle. The closest parallel is having a parent in the military. Every two to three years, we packed up and moved to another college town.
For about a decade, newspapers have chased a balance between print and digital platforms. Perhaps readers don't get too stressed about emerging electronic journalism, but so-called legacy-platform journalists often do.
For many of us, accustomed to living in an urban environment, the idea of gardening can feel like a stretch. While we may visit parks, botanical gardens and other natural habitats, having to actually interact with soil, dirt and the land does not come easily. Even our encounters with soil and dirt come into our daily lives as a real nuisance, as is the case with dirty shoes or clothes.