I walk through Times Square all the time. Truth to tell, I walk through Times Square usually in a huge hurry to make a train and generally filled with irritation at some slow-moving, camera-wielding, rubber-necking tourist who is hogging the … Continue reading →
You expect the phone to ring any moment. Something happens and you can hear yourself saying the same phrase they did. You pull on a sweater and notice that it’s exactly the color they wore. You haven’t celebrated their birthday … Continue reading →
John Wesley is close to the office. We’re only half a block away from the John St. Methodist Church, founded in 1766, the oldest Methodist congregation in America. The current church dates from 1840. Like a lot of churches in … Continue reading →
Last night as we were caroling in the neighborhood, I was thinking about how many of the songs we sing at Christmas are also prayers. It’s such a busy time of year, it’s easy enough to forget your daily prayers. … Continue reading →
My cell phone buzzed first thing this morning with a message. “Who’s texting me now?” I wondered. Turned out it was God. Or at least one of God’s minions. There on the screen was a prayer: Give us, who are … Continue reading →
Dear God, was it really your idea that I should be the owner of a cat? And not just any cat, this cat, this ornery, handsome, exasperating, demanding, standoffish Fred? It must have been you, God, because you appealed to … Continue reading →
“I am so tired of unanswered prayers!” the person wrote to us. “One was almost a yes, we were SO excited, then at the very last minute it was a crushing NO! More tears and heartache! I give up on … Continue reading →
Monday morning I sat down to my desk piled with books, files, notes, all screaming at me: “GET TO WORK, RICK! YOU ARE WAY BEHIND.” I logged on to the computer, girded for a backload of emails, all of them … Continue reading →
Every unanswered prayer feels like an email that I’ve read but haven’t responded to yet. Something pending. Something that still needs to get done. Something that weighs on my heart. A friend recently emailed me with a prayer request. Usually … Continue reading →
I’ve always loved visiting cemeteries. They don’t seem morbid or sad to me, with their rows of weather-beaten gravestones and marble angels ascending plinths and resting on tombs, but they feel like prayerful places. On Sunday I visited the old cemetery … Continue reading →