How I See It: Reflections on spirituality, technology, and the art of everyday life

  Dear Friends, It is my custom at this time of year to celebrate with my friends by giving them the gift of self — to share with you some of what the last year has brought for me. Frankly, I am very surprised to be writing this letter at all. Last year I didn’t think I would make it to this Christmas — but you never know. If I had to name the year that’s ending, I would call it the year of change and anxiety . After I mailed last year’s Christmas letter, I learned that my Pater Seraphicus , Weaver Stevens — my teacher, mentor, spiritual guide, priest, analyst, and friend — had passed away. Weaver was one of the major forces that shaped who I am, and I miss him deeply. I am grateful for his writings, the videos we made before he retired from the priesthood, and most of all the memories, guidance, and wisdom he shared with me. The greatest compliment I ever received came from him over twenty years ago. I had asked whether he thought I should try to become a priest. He thought ...

Grace My God, My Love, My Gift! I humbly ask you, the most wonderful of all beings, who by being sacrificed for me made sacrifice the most wonderful thing to be. Please bless the sacrifice that this meal truly is. Bless the sacrifice of those who gave time, love, and sweat to plant it, harvest it, ship it, sell it, and prepare it. Bless those of us who by partaking of it, make it a sacrifice and those who are sacrificing by going hungry. But most of all bless those who like you died to become this sacrifice. Amen Next: A Prayer for Maundy Thursday Previous: Even if there is a God why do we Worship?