Thanksgiving is 2 days away. I’ve returned to some writing I did last year and sharpened it (hopefully), and I offer it as a way to help us prepare.
Our bodies and souls are connected. Holy encounters are waiting for us in the things we taste, touch, see, smell, and hear. A table can be a temple. But how does that happen?
When I was in middle school, my mom had cancer. It shook me pretty hard. It shook all of us. It was the first time I remember feeling how fragile things can be, how one day your biggest fear is that you'll get stuck next to the weird kid on the bus, and the next you find out your mom has this thing that could kill her.
She had a major surgery to remove the cancer. My grandpa took me to the hospital while she was recovering and left me alone in the room with her so she and I could visit. While I was in there, her lunch was delivered. Because of her operation, my mom couldn't lift her hand to eat, so she asked me to help. I walked over to her bed, picked up a spoon, and began to feed her whatever passed for a meal in the hospital that day.
That was the moment when I lost my grip.Read More