With no discussion or plan, each of us — me, Alistair, Michael, Rasmus, and Hele— ended up down at the Oyak in the late afternoon where, for pennies a serving, you could enjoy a three ounce paper cup of wine. Just one. “But we’re adults,” I said to the young man behind the counter. “We’reContinue reading “A Dixie cup of your finest merlot, please”
Category Archives: My Pilgrimage to Taize
I don’t want to be the leader
Our small group was scheduled to meet one last time, in the afternoon, but I wanted that time off. Time alone. A little peace and quiet if I could find it. After breakfast I tried to survey the group, which continued to thin. I told, Val, the cheery, country woman, that I wasn’t sure IContinue reading “I don’t want to be the leader”
The light shines in the darkness
By Saturday morning we had to dodge vans and throngs on the way to the Church for morning prayers. I entered through the far back side, grateful to even find a spot in the main sanctuary. Those arriving later would end up one— or even two— large rooms back, connected to the whole by theContinue reading “The light shines in the darkness”
We are not alone. Really.
Before supper on Friday, my aunt and I had begun to suspect that others were now being housed in our far-from-the-madding-crowd barrack. There was a voice, then two. A sandal appeared out on the walkway. By the time we returned from prayers, guided by flashlights, the proof was unavoidable. There were now families— the kindsContinue reading “We are not alone. Really.”
PDAs
Are you a hugger? I am. A hugger and a joyful weeper and a frequent user of terms of endearment. But when it comes to worship, my personal style is much more reserved. I don’t raise my hands up in the air. I don’t clap or sway. I think this is one of the reasonsContinue reading “PDAs”
Heather Choate Davis 