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There was a woman with one desire: to win a tennis game with God. She invited God to play tennis. God agreed and they set a date: Saturday, March 3.
By SparrowDecember 1985Greetings from the Laundry Basket, or more accurately THE LAUNDRY B SKET, a laundromat in Austin. The tall and weathered man next to me has been listening to Talk Radio: an anti-pornography Texan made the shrewd point that cigarettes can’t be advertised on TV. Then time ran out.
By SparrowNovember 1985First I was a Presbyterian; then I converted to Judaism; now I wander around in the same humanist/deist fog that substitutes for Organized Religion with so many of my contemporaries. Not exactly satisfying; not bad either.
By Jon CarrollOctober 1985Turtles, the pearl of great cost, a blue dragonfly
By Our ReadersOctober 1985In the power of the song of that bird, he understood, and what he understood is that the way to love God, and the only way, is to hear his voice in everything — in the song of a bird, in the cry of the dying, in the scream of the mad, in the despair of the leper, in the embrace of the lovers, in the rattle of the hooves of horses on the street.
By BartholomewMay 1985There was a turtle named Arnold who went to college. He studied carrying heavy loads and going without water. He graduated with honors as a camel.
By SparrowMarch 1985Mrs. Paradiso had never read any part of the Bible. She did not concentrate on dogma but devotion. Her religion was not a retreat for her mind but a release for her emotions.
By Karlton KelmMarch 1985Surprise is the starting point. Through surprise our inner eyes are opened to the amazing fact that everything is gratuitous. Nothing at all can be taken for granted. And if it cannot be taken for granted, it is gift.
By Brother David Steindl-RastMarch 1985Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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