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Some words of Max Picard relevant to our own times . . .

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Easter Sunday: Living in between the doubtful pleasures of a mysterious supernatural heaven and the tedium of contemplating the hard, material reality of the grave

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In praise of the Eagles of Death Metal and in respectful and grateful memory of those who were brutally murdered at the Bataclan in Paris but who encourage us still to live.

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Some Thoreau (and Mooney) inspired photos of the Cambridge University Botanic Gardens

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Having Listened — On prayer and fenceposts — a response to what lays claim to us

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Consider once more the fowls of the air: On letting Christian language go in the spirit of Jesus (Part 2)

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Yourself a newborn bard of the Holy Ghost, — cast behind you all conformity, and acquaint men and women at first hand with Deity. On letting Christian language go in the spirit of Jesus

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