The Beach Boys… the Beatles… and Bono. For a few days this week I was close enough to the Pacific Ocean to bike along the beach. Watching the sunrise, the quiet of the morning, a travel mug with Earl Grey tea… and time to think. My mind went to the Beach Boys, whose life was...
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“What are the Japanese peasants looking for in me? These people who live and work and die like beasts find for the first time in our teaching a path in which they can cast away the fetters that bind them…. for a long time they have lived in resignation to such a fate.” The Washington...
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Slane. As a boy, sometimes I would make my way through a Sunday morning looking at the tunes of songs to be sung, imagining pilgrims of earlier days naming their music, remembering their adventures and troubles, their own hopes and longings. I didn’t know, but I wondered. Years later, I found myself wondering again about...
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For a thousand reasons, very near to my heart, I find myself awakening to the poetry of U2’s “Grace.” Perhaps it is that today is Ash Wednesday, beginning days and weeks of repentant remembering the truest truths about me– in the words of Psalm 103, that I am dust. For years now the song has...
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