Faith & Doubt

Ash Wednesday: not a day for giving up, but for leaning in to life. As well, the anniversary of my dad’s sudden death three years ago. This poem hits my heart…

Tonight… lighting Christmas Eve candles and singing “Silent Night” one day early, in these parts…  

Dog bones and Thanksgiving–what’s the connection? It’s the meatiness of solid relationships – not wispy, virtual ones – that are most satisfying…

Sometimes it seems there’s a global war in global health, with faith-based and secular organizations at each other’s throats: competing interests, differences in approaching medical treatment with – and without – a faith component, funding sources with – and without – religious strings attached.

My dad died suddenly a few weeks after all this happened. It turned out to be my last story for him, my last gift to him…. a lasting gift.