Miracle #1; Miracle #2
March 18, 2018[…] his own body and blessed it, gave it to twelve men he loved and they were filled. The breaking and the eating: what a poor man does with his own sorrows to understand his Lord.
[…] his own body and blessed it, gave it to twelve men he loved and they were filled. The breaking and the eating: what a poor man does with his own sorrows to understand his Lord.
Like a wine taster swirling a thin glass stem, I want to hold the name of God on my tongue, color my mouth wine-bibber red, let the heat run down deep past heart and […]
Writing on the subway feels like etching an intaglio on horseback. The train writhes and bucks beneath me, making
Some say we came from the sea and some can name the way we shall return:
You chose a wife for her beauty and vulnerability and planted her in your inherited acre where your sweat and intuition shaped the fruits of your coupling. Two girls and two boys looked
She turns at the well, the pot on her hip, resting before filling it, lifting it, returning home. The Pool of Siloam. Hezekiah’s Water Tunnel,
How I’ve enjoyed your memories, especially of the bright and beautiful people and the warm acceptance!
I attended the University Ward from 1995 to 1999 as one of the MIT strong. Thanks to Sam for putting up this page. It really hits home.
While an undergraduate at Harvard, I attended the University Singles Ward from 1997 to 2000 and then the Grown-Up Ward from 2000 to 2001.1 am overwhelmed with grief and sadness and also grateful for […]
[…] building that didn’t work very well. While I would never have chosen to tear it down, after the fire the only architectural feature I would replicate is the window in the chapel. But the […]