Tuesday Prayer

God, I remember that blue-skied Tuesday morning eighteen years ago when plumes of smoke stole the familiar skyline. The landscape was forever changed in Manhattan, and the fabric of our souls forever altered. The hole created in the hearts at the Pentagon has never closed.  The fields amid Pennsylvania mountaintops permanently hold deep craters of… Read More

Hope – Saturday Prayer

“When all the flowers are gone, We’ll paint them on the concrete.” The Book says you built us in your Divine image. Each one of us, an image of You. And preinstalled in each beating heart You placed this feature – hope. It’s outrageous, this hope, ridiculous. Foolishness in the glare of chaotic despair. Still Hope wells up,… Read More