The Brood: Detachment or Despair? A Meditation on Election Day

by Holly Mohr “We are heading toward climate hell, even as we continue to keep our foot on the accelerator,” the NPR reporter flatly intoned, just as I headed into the Armstrong Tunnel, a space that heightens my anxiety even on a normal day. I’d been taking a break from NPR for several weeks, maybeContinue reading “The Brood: Detachment or Despair? A Meditation on Election Day”

The Brood: The Work of Being Peace

by Holly Mohr “Plenty of time! Plenty of time! No breaking your neck to get things done before the next thing happens,” Thomas Merton chides (encourages?) from the pages of A Book of Hours. I’m trying to get my courage up to believe him. Strangely, “courage” does seem to be the right word. There areContinue reading “The Brood: The Work of Being Peace”

The Brood: Thy Will Be Done

by Holly Mohr “A lot of the time, we try to get God to bless our will, rather than seeking God’s will,” the priest said. It was a line in a good homily, a homily that was well-considered, authentic, even funny at times. But that phrase: our will, RATHER than God’s will. Let’s file itContinue reading “The Brood: Thy Will Be Done”

Sad, Angry, and Afraid

I was getting ready to write about the demands of self-sacrificing love that Jesus, after he rose from the dead, pressed on Simon Peter in a confrontation by the Sea of Tiberias. (See John 21.) But then I got the news of the mass killing of school children at Robb Elementary School in Uvalde, Texas.Continue reading “Sad, Angry, and Afraid”