Witnessing the piety of Bishop Ansgar Nelson

On late days one summer, I would walk through the rich heat to the small chapel in the sacristy in the rear of the church, off the corridor that joined the monastery and the church together.

A sense of humanness?

Try to describe something that you have witnessed. Supply only spare details and be brief. Try to tell an experience that caught you in an instance, that was outside of the normal flow of a day because of some quality that was especially human.

Something sacred about sitting on the porch

This summer has a pattern and a habit that winds through it: coming down to the kitchen in the early morning, the only one awake in the house; sliding the latch on Bella and Charlie’s crate; Bella skittering behind me in a hurry and then righting herself…

I remember my dad telling me…

When Preacher stepped out of the elevator, he saw a man in a beige suit and pink western shirt sitting in a swivel chair behind a huge desk, framed against a glass wall that looked out onto the bay. On the desk was a big clear plastic jar of green-and-blue candy sticks, each…

July 30, 2009

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jadg8uJJSPw

August 28, 2009

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZC4VnJefNnQ