In the dark,
Brighter than many ever see. […]
The only point where one can start to talk about anything, including death, is where one finds oneself. And for me this is as a Benedictine monk. In the rule of St. Benedict, the momenta […]
Lord, make us instruments of your peace. Where there is hatred, let us sow love; Where there is injury, pardon; Where there is discord, union; Where there is doubt, faith; Where there is despair, hope; […]
Parabola’s new cover depicts a woman gazing into a crystal ball. Presumably she is trying to divine the future. Are the days and years to come foreseeable? If so, then what of free will, our apparent ability to make choices and to influence the course of events? If our futures are determined, what does that mean for our spiritual search? How is liberation possible?