I was listening to an interview with Oprah Winfrey, Steven Spielberg, and Daniel Day Lewis, and they were talking about the making of the movie Lincoln, in which Lewis won the Academy Award for Best Actor. They referenced how Lewis had captured Lincoln’s voice, and Oprah said that the voice is the fingerprint of the … More The Voice is the Fingerprint of the Soul
Rainbows appear. They stretch. They bend. They arch across the world as a sign: Never again. But we rarely get their message down here beneath the rainbow. We fear what’s around the corner. We keep our heads down. We keep our sights on trouble. We think about what we lack or what could mean our … More Life Beneath the Rainbow
I like walking. I walk a lot, especially at Radnor Lake, which is near my home in Nashville, Tennessee. Nature is always waiting for me at that lake. Some days the birds explode in a hallelujah crescendo. Sometimes there’s only one or two fluttering from the trees as I pass. And the wind? The wind … More God Is the Wind in Our Sails
One of Anne Lamott’s friends said mournfully that he’d lived his life like the professor on Gilligan’s Island. While he found time to fashion generators out of palm fronds, vaccines out of algae, he never got down to fixing that huge hole in the boat so he could go home. Then Lamont asks, “How many … More The Hole in the Soul
I hear voices. You hear voices, too. Most of the time these voices are echoes of the past. Something my mother told me. Something my father once said. Then there’s that tiny voice inside my head that wants to speak for me. It tries to keep me bottled up in shame. “Remember when you ______________” … More How Does God Talk?
Monkeys have been discovered wild in the jungle with their hands caught in hollow logs. Why are the monkeys stuck? Fruit has fallen through a hole in the log, and when the monkey puts his open hand in to get it, his clenched fist can’t fit back out. Determined to hang on to what he … More How Will I Cope Without My Addiction?
Joseph’s head rests on his pillow. White light sparking in it. In his dream, sparrows fold the Milky Way into a darkness that lowers the sun. And out of its position and low to the ground, the sun is joined by the crescent moon sprinkled with eleven stars. And standing at the center of the … More God Gives Himself