The Weary World

Rest 8A story from Emily Culella about a birthday, another birthday, our then culture, and our now culture. It’s beautiful, and for the season, to be read and reread.

Advent comes from the words “ad” meaning to, and “venire” which means to come. It’s the wait for something better. It’s the hope that the future will be brighter. It’s the admission that things are not so good in the present.

Christmas eve is my favorite day of the year. It’s also the saddest day for me. And it’s my birthday. This day, a day of dichotomies and contradictions is continue reading…



FeetHe came after. He was a date, was loosely marked on a calendar, 2010. He was pressures and stretch, maybe elbows, knees; he was flutters and planning. He was waiting. He taught us how to wait in a season that is about the wait. We were reminded of how the world once waited long ago with hope and without assurance. We were impatient while trying to be reflective of the current, of the moment, of all the many, many moments in succession that created pluralistic monument. He was the boy built bigger than he was, then, before. Because until he came he only took up space outside the world, within us, bounded by prospect and faith and optimism. My wife continue reading…


Casablanca 8‘Casablanca’ begins with the entry credits overset on a map of Africa, music of a political fight accompanies.  Director Michael Curtiz gets his credit and then we hear this voiceover:

…And so a torturous, roundabout refugee trail sprang up.  Paris to Marseilles, across the Mediterranean to Oran, then by train or auto or foot across the rim of Africa to Casablanca in French Morocco.  Here, the fortunate ones through money or influence or luck might obtain exit visas and scurry to Lisbon, and from Lisbon to the New World.  But the others wait in Casablanca, and wait and wait and wait. continue reading…