Where the tree falls, the forest rises

From The Rising, by Wendell Berry There is a grave, too, in each survivor. By it, the dead one lives. He enters us, a broken blade, sharp, clear as a lens or mirror. Like a wound, grief receives him. Like graves, we heal over, and yet keep as part of ourselves the severe gift. By […]

My way or the highway

Posted by Richard Rawlinson, religious correspondent The was once a funeral sermon by a US Catholic priest in which he berates those members of the congregation who are only in church because it’s a loved one’s funeral, but whose own souls are in mortal danger after skipping Mass on a regular basis. Some might be […]