Somewhere Down the Road
The day is bitterly cold and windy, and armed with my ipod, I step into the deep winter morning that cuts like a knife, though the sunlight is shining brightly... I reflect on the fact that at 55, I have reached an age where my friends have started to die... I do not visit the river today, nor tread on its towpath, instead I navigate the walking path that ambles through different sections of my neighborhood, and which I have walked for nearly two decades of my life... I am deeply moved by the process of a friend who is not long for this world. She is truly teaching me how to live on so many levels... I wrestle with profound philosophical and theological questions during my brisk walk in the biting wind, recalling the night of "Faith and Worship," an ecumenical prayer service I attended last evening at Georgetown Visitation Preparatory School , where I had chaired the Theology Department for twelve years. I was moved by all of the panelists and their sharing, and most especia...