It has been a very full year here at this intersection between God and life, for anyone converted, unconverted or under conversion- and, I might add, the very first full year here!  Here are the highlights, looking back: In January: we finished up our Weird Jesus Sayings series with Jesus’ really weird curse of the fig…

Every year the president of a large, nationwide trucking company makes a visit to every affiliate in cities across America. It’s always a couple weeks before Christmas. One of the men who works in the warehouse told me.  He’s always smiling, but this day he exclaimed, “You need to meet our president! What I love…

My procrastination has finally lost the battle: this morning I’m sorting through a couple hundred mailing addresses as part of an approximately biannual routine- the Dover family Christmas card. The Dover family Christmas card is always fun to write and much less fun to send out. This year, if Elaine of Seinfeld’s accidental show of…

I love reading the obituaries in The Economist.  They’re often such clever and insightful portraits of human nature in its myriad of expressions. The most recent issue features legendary jazz musician Dave Brubeck, for whom jazz improv was in the blood.  Brubeck “couldn’t live without performing, because the rhythm of jazz, under all his extrapolation…

“A suspension of disbelief is…what links literature and religion, both of which require a leap of faith as the first step.” So goes yesterday’s post from Andrew Sullivan’s “The Dish.”  Its focus is the writer Madeleine L’Engle, author of the work A Wrinkle in Time and other fantastical children’s books, upon the recent release of a…

We sang this hymn in church today.  In the wake of Friday morning’s massacre of a first-grade class of school children, the meaning of “O Holy Night” made me cry like a baby.  (Never mind my husband’s running joke that I cry at road kill.) Jesus was born into the very same dark world.  When…

We were driving home from school yesterday when the NPR reports came on.  Another horrific mass killing.  This time at a school.  28 dead, 20 of them children. The sound of gun shots on the school’s loudspeakers were in the background of the news report. My six-year-old son said, “Mommy, did someone get really angry?”…

I’m a sucker for great stories, and usually I don’t look for them on ESPN. When I can’t sleep, I’ll turn on sports radio.  There’s something about the endless buzz of the commentary that helps me drop off. But when fellow saint and sinner Paul Dover passed on this inspirational story of love that triumphs…

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