Year: 1211 It was not a rash choice. Clare had been watching with fascination as several young men from her small town left their comfortable homes to join Francis in an uncomfortable, radical new way of following God. On the evening of Palm Sunday, Clare snuck out a side door of her family’s mansion and…
Reading in a New Place: Soul Sculpting Project
I’ve read it hundreds of times — how could this time be so different? I think it was the stars. It was quite dark, no moon, but the stars were brilliant. One star in particular, probably a planet, outshone them all. We had taken a short flashlight walk to a sandstone overhang that looked a little…
A Moment of Wonder: Soul Sculpting Project
I met a wild weasel yesterday. I had been working on our water system and was waiting for the overflow to confirm my repair job when an incredibly cute weasel hurried out of hiding just a couple feet away from me. I think we both felt similar emotions at that moment — quite curious, and…
An Infinite to Do-List in a Finite Life: Soul Sculpting
If you feel like you have an overwhelming number of things to do –– it might be true. If you feel like you can never clear the deck for more than a moment — it’s probably true. If you can’t keep all your ducks in the row –– you’re not alone. All of these are…
A Monastic Practice for Hurried Lives: Soul Sculpting
Statio. For monastics it works like this. The bell calling you to prayer will ring in about 5 minutes, but you’re already at the chapel. Ahead of time. And just in time for Statio. You stand quietly in the hallway, or you may enter the chapel and sit down. In the quiet, you mentally recollect and…
My 8:18 Habits: Soul Sculpting
Years ago I decided to test the alarm function on my new watch by setting it at 8:18 p.m. It worked. For a reason I no longer remember, I didn’t get around to turning off the alarm and it continued to go off at 8:18 every evening. I noticed it was interesting to see just…
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