Thanksgiving without Indians

As a parent of a 4th grader, I was asked to decorate a feather to tell my son that I was thankful for him. Each of the other children in the class and their parents were also asked to decorate a feather. The stated purpose of the eventual display was to build community at the school.

The project felt wrong to me, but I didn’t know why. First, I called it inane. Later, I brainstormed ways to decorate a feather that would reveal my disgust. When I missed the feather decoration deadline, I searched more deeply to find the source of my discomfort. Continue reading

Prayer as work

I was lead to retire as soon as I could from my job of serving children with disabilities, to begin a new vocation – praying.

Some would question the utility of prayer as a vocation. What good does it do the world for a worn out old man to sit alone and pray? I have to confess that I don’t know for sure how it helps the world. I don’t know why I was called to this task.

I don’t have to know why. I only have to know that I was.

I had a vision years ago that I was supposed to be a lantern, carrying the Light. A lantern does its work by being invisible, releasing the light within. I was to become less and work to nurture the Light in me. Continue reading