Author: Renée Antrosio

A Small Something

I’m looking for light. Searching the sky, seeking the scriptures, opening my eyes. This morning I caught some of the sunrise, with the flag at half mast. I raise the blinds,

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Memory

Remember. Fun times, happy occasions, the details of those we love. We are called to remember. Memory- for me, for most modern Americans- is an individual concept. Experiences in which we

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Spilling Over

Italy was the first place I saw a line on a wine glass, marking the appropriate pour of grappa. And I didn’t like it (the line. The grappa was fine.) Something

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Outside Our Circle

We keep worrying about the same things. Who’s on the list? (Are we? Are they??) Why wasn’t so-and-so there? Moses summoned seventy elite elders to the tent of meeting for

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Wait For It…

I like systems. Predictability frees our brains to focus on content over process. But no matter how good the concept, or how smooth the execution, every system has its flaws.

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Why Bother?

I often wonder why people go to church. Strangers, in sanctuaries I’ve never visited. What goes on inside their heads and hearts? I read the marquees as I drive by. What

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Dr. Seuss Bridge

The B begs for explanation. That, and the “mass” sculpture. What does it mean to be Biblical? Why is there a huge tangle of colors in the corner the sanctuary? The answers

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A Living Wage

It’s not about you. My nun and I reflect on this periodically. Even at 80, she gets this gentle reminder from the Lord. Perhaps primarily for the point of passing

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