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Building the Bridge
130. Building the Bridge A number of years ago I went to Mariondale Center to assist their resident storyteller in leading the St. Francis of Assisi celebration day. I took three sets of Tinkertoys and we divided them into four sets—not necessarily equally because…
My Vision Song
129. My Vision Song Sometimes I lose track of what spurred me to write a song and that’s true of this song. It can be sung to the tune of “Be Thou My Vision.” It has within it so many things that are important…
Each Day Begins
128. Each Day Begins For a long time on Sunday morning as I drove the thirty minutes to the church, in order to warm my voice up for the choir, I would sing the round “When Jesus Wept.” It was also an excellent way…
Changing the Rules
127. Changing the Rules When I worked at Ramapo Manor Nursing Center in Rockland County, NY, we arranged for a nursery group of three and four-year-olds to come for an hour to the nursing home once a month. Sometimes they sang, sometimes they had…
How’s That Working For You?
126. How’s That Working for You? I’m going to disguise this story. It was told to me probably a year ago and I have thought of it often. The grown son who lived on his own went to lunch with his mother and as…
We Share Spaces
125. We Share Spaces In 1981 I wrote a piece that was published by the Ecumenical Women’s Center in Chicago. It was titled “We Share Spaces.” The concept is that it’s important to be very aware of the space I am in, because it…
Elton Trueblood
124. Elton Trueblood Some years ago I read a story about the Quaker theologian Elton Trueblood. I believe at the time he was president of Earlham College. There was a young man who was considering attending Earlham and he was being interviewed by Trueblood….
Quiet Talk
123. Quiet Talk I’m a believer in non-violence and often wonder if I got in a risky situation if I would panic or if I would use some of the tactics that have been shown to work. My friend, Ben Logan, was leaving New…
The Mid-Town Pier
122. The Mid-Town Pier I was reading through my poetry the other day and found this poem. See what you think— — The Mid-Town Pier — I was sittin’ on the pier the mid-town pier where it’s quiet at dusk prayin’ you know watchin’…
The Drummers Praise
121. The Drummers Praise I was reading Psalm 150 tonight and noticing the various instruments it mentions: trumpet, lute, harp, tambourine, strings, pipe, clanging cymbals, loud clashing cymbals. And I thought how strange that it never even mentions the drum. Well, anyway, years ago…
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