Cheshire Cats and the Holy Spirit by Donna Fowler

Twenty-nine years ago, on a bright May morning, I graduated from Meredith College, a four-year women’s college in Raleigh steeped in Baptist heritage. Founded in 1891, Meredith has long been known for a high quality of education and certain unique traditions. These inherited and shared experiences are an essential part of what identifies a woman as a Meredith alumna, and we cling to them tenaciously. Continue reading “Cheshire Cats and the Holy Spirit by Donna Fowler”

Reading Chesterton by Rebekah Valerius

“I’m beginning to suspect that nobody understands G.K. Chesterton,” a friend recently remarked. “They just like quoting him when convenient.” I had to laugh at this for I am guilty as charged. Chesterton both confounds and delights me, and I am confident that I have quoted him on numerous occasions without really understanding his meaning. He had a way with words that makes the temptation to repeat him too hard to resist! It is when he confounds me that I enjoy his writing the most. He challenges me to slow down and think. Most of all, he teaches me about the joy of existence; that existence itself is good, something so quickly forgotten in the toils of daily life. Continue reading “Reading Chesterton by Rebekah Valerius”

Tea-maker by Andrea Skevington

Andrea Skevington

A while ago, I found myself in Ipswich hospital.  Once things had calmed down a bit, I was moved to Brantham Assessment Unit, where the lady described in the poem brought me tea.  As well as the NHS doctors who diagnosed, and prescribed medicine that made me better, there were people whose presence, kindness, and generosity of spirit was remarkably healing.  She was one of them.  It was so precious at the time, and still now the memory helps.  A simple cup of tea – it meant so much. Continue reading “Tea-maker by Andrea Skevington”