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.”

Pinball Wizard

By Friday night there were easily 2000 people at prayers. Surprisingly, I noticed a spot near the front and settled in, laying my songbook, scripture sheet, journal and reading glasses in a little patch of rug in front of me. We are nothing if not territorial. Someone nearby— someone very nearby— was ripe with epicContinue reading “Pinball Wizard”

How do we hear His call?

By the weekend the 5:45 workshop options had multiplied. I chose “God at work in us: how do we hear His call?” and found myself in a large room filled almost entirely with twenty-somethings. Was the question of vocation simply more relevant to the young, or was it that older people had stopped asking questionsContinue reading “How do we hear His call?”