For Kenneth Young, and all
At the request of Kenneth Young’s wife Irene, I offered these thoughts at a memorial celebration. The sun, an hour or two shy of a midsummer setting, shone in the big tent on a very large assembly looking out over the Hudson River in Columbia County. My words were...Inside Out
Twice a month for ten years, I took part in a conversation with men in the state prison at Attica. The program, run by a Franciscan brother, offered no inducements to come to the group—no awards for attendance, no course credits, no promise of letters to the parole board. A man returned to the group only because he wanted to.
Called to the Stage
What is a prophet? Can it be said that it is God who calls a person to the stage of history? And how may they who speak, and they who listen, discern the impulse to speak as not mere psychological stimulation, or egotism, but a movement worthy of the name of God?
It’s About Time
Through forty years, I have meditated on Isak Dinesen’s three forms of true happiness. Much more than sports analogies await here, as you already see. Whenever we face a challenge—some kind of opponent—our imagination instantly delivers an assessment of our own resources. Can I meet it? Often, we fear not.
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