Soul Seeing: There is more than one way to look at anything. And two things can be true at the same time.
This biweekly blog is about seeing God, the world and ourselves with the eye of the soul. It is not about changing the world, but changing the way we see the world. Each column is a spiritual reflection on the beauty that hides behind appearances and the peace that is beyond all understanding.
“Be still and know that I am God!” (Psalm 46:11).
Growing up Catholic nobody taught me to listen to God. Parents and teachers taught me to talk to God. They said prayer was praising God, telling him you love him or you’re sorry, asking God for something and then thanking him whether you got it or not. The only person who suggested that prayer was listening to God was my Uncle Barney, who was a Protestant, and I didn’t pay attention to him because he was Protestant, what did he know?
Soul Seeing: God can be found everywhere and in any medium, even on a shallow, time-sucking social media site like Facebook.
Soul Seeing: If you had leprosy and lost almost everything, would you still be able to smile and do a dance to a silent tune of gratitude?
Soul Seeing: News of Chicago Cardinal Joseph Bernardin's death brought the city of broad shoulders to its knees.
Soul Seeing: Life is like a big car wash: God gives us everything we need to get through it and come out shining, surrounded by bells and whistles.
Soul Seeing: Michael Leach sits down with his old friend Bishop Morrie to talk Election 2012.
Do you have a favorite painting or photograph or icon in your home that reminds you of what is good and beautiful and true? Chances are you have many. They are companions, soulmates, expressions of spiritual values.
"All human nature vigorously resists grace because grace changes us and the change is painful." -- Flannery O'Connor, The Habit of Being
Many years ago the painful truth that I was more interested in being "a nice guy," a people pleaser rather than the kind individual I thought I was, came to my attention and was killing me. I didn't want to face it. I didn't want anyone to know it. I was at a crossroad and could either stay asleep or awake from a bad dream.
Jennie and Darlene are arranging name tags on a folding table in front of the church. "Be my first?" I ask them. Mom and daughter beam. I take my first picture on this special day at the Church of the Immaculate Conception in Glenville, N.Y. I'm Fran, the church office manager. It's a madcap job, but somebody's got to do it.