Disappearance is usually felt as something bad. When things disappear, we sense the pull of death, the call of the dust, the loss of the palpable good. I have recently been moving house after many years in one place, with all its accumulations. Things, often intimate things, are left behind, given . . . . Continue Reading »
A Presbyterian colleague once explained to me that his rule of faith is to believe whatever is most “uplifting.” He found it more uplifting to believe in reincarnation than in death, judgment, and resurrection, because reincarnation “gives us as many chances as we need to get it right.” The . . . . Continue Reading »
Far from reducing suffering, assisted suicide has become the catalyst for spreading it. In many if not most cases, a death by lethal injection transfers temporal suffering to heartbroken loved ones who struggle to process what has taken place. Continue Reading »
I am hers and she is mine and nothing, not dementia nor death itself, can ever erase that. She will always be my mother, and I her son. Continue Reading »
When we partake in the old-fashioned ritual of burying the dead in graves, we confess that we too look for the resurrection of glorified bodies at the end of time. Continue Reading »
A culture of life, therefore, means not just preserving physical life, but developing rich spiritual, intellectual, and emotional lives. Continue Reading »