I have answered this question many times in my life…Who do you say that I am? And while there are a few elements in common over the years, I am equally grateful to know that there is no limit…that there remains the impossibility of containing; that more remains than I can possibly hope for or…
Tag: language
Speaking and Listening in Languages (Or, Dying, Death, and Political Critique)
This week, there were two speakers at the Centre where I am the director—full houses for both of them. The topics were from decidedly different realms— The first, delivered by a Catholic theologian and Assistant professor at the Atlantic School of Theology, was on J.D. Vance, his brand of Catholicism, and the New Right. The…
That which remains
A couple of Sundays ago, I watched a friend, a priest and preacher, deliver her sermon to the congregation gathered at her parish. She spoke of the Gospel of the day in which Jesus poses the question, Who do you say that I am? This was developed and included a reference to the element of…
There is…and there aren’t always
Sometimes there simply aren’tthe words, or there arebut they are moving too quicklyto be clear, to find, to fixhowever temporarilyto the page. It’s a both-and—I need to be still enoughin the thick of it allto hear them, to invite them near,and the words, they—-No, the whirl is bigger than words. The language, it needs its…
Rivers of Language: A Thank You
The world is not radically different than it was before January 20th…not really. The problems that existed still do and new ones are poking through the surface thaw. And some of the truths that were, still are— They still are…and there is one in particular that I keep returning to in my mind—something I have…
Consider the Lilies 