BEING GRATEFUL

BEING GRATEFUL

There’s an old joke that identifies the favorite holiday movie of agnostics as a heart-warming story called “Coincidence on 34th Street.” I don’t know if radical skeptics wrestle with the problem of goodness and joy as much as orthodox Christians have agonized with the problem of evil and suffering, but the weeks between Thanksgiving and… Read More ›

FROM BUCHENWALD TO BACH

FROM BUCHENWALD TO BACH

A REPORT FROM GERMANY WITH THE ST. ANDREW’S ACADEMY CHOIR Yesterday, as of this writing, the St. Andrew’s travelers went to Buchenwald, the first major death camp of the Nazis to be liberated by American troops.  Sobering is the only word I have found thus far to describe it.  Even in 2015, 70 years after… Read More ›

RADICAL EDUCATION

RADICAL EDUCATION

The entire education of the younger generation of theologians belongs today in church cloister schools, in which pure doctrine, the Sermon on the Mount and worship are taken seriously (1934, letter to Erwin Sutz). The restoration of the church must surely depend on a new kind of monasticism, which has nothing in common with the… Read More ›

CHARACTER COUNTS: THE PRIORITIES OF PARENTING

CHARACTER COUNTS: THE PRIORITIES OF PARENTING

“Sow a thought, reap an action; sow an action, reap a habit; sow a habit, reap a character; sow a character, reap a destiny.” —Traditional Saying Human babies are not like most animals when born. They are far more dependent on their parents for far longer than most animals. The academic term is “under-socialized.” Human… Read More ›

THE BACK LAWN & PARENTING

THE BACK LAWN & PARENTING

As I sit looking at our back lawn on our typically cold Memorial Day weekend, I realize that the lawn must be mowed, and fertilizer would help greatly.  I remember the landscaper’s interesting and potentially beautiful design for this lawn, full of turns and twists and beautiful arcs.  I had expressed the basic idea and… Read More ›

NOW THESE THREE REMAIN

NOW THESE THREE REMAIN

by Father John Boonzaaijer Stone pillars in the little English church bordered the Norman apse, surrounded the altar, and encircled the choir stalls, where two dozen young souls, from St. Andrew’s Academy and Good Shepherd school, nervously held their music, ready to sing. Silent tombstones checkered the floor. A chalice and paten, worn and dented from centuries of… Read More ›