by Prasanta | Feb 28, 2018 | Quotes, Writing
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by Prasanta | Feb 26, 2018 | Christ, Jesus
A few years ago, I felt inspired to have my own Seder Dinner. I read some materials and planned a whole meal, and invited one other family to join in the dinner. I even bought a special Seder plate for the occasion and goblet for the occasion...
by Prasanta | Feb 19, 2018 | Essays, God's love, Jesus, Lent
During the days and weeks leading up to Easter (Lent), I often like to pick up this little book titled “Bread and Wine: Readings for Lent and Easter.” One of the readings in the book which I have found meaningful and enjoyable is called “Shard...
by Prasanta | Feb 15, 2018 | Christ, Hope, Jesus, Lent, Poetry, the cross
The Making Scattered, broken particles must be remade after life on earth snaps, crushes each bone, sinew, and organ into first-born molecules Dust catches in throat— chokes irrelevancy Smeared ashes reconstruct into wooden cross beams unmade – made –...
by Prasanta | Feb 13, 2018 | Community, Debate, Dialogue, Faith, Friendship, Intentionality
“Mr. B is homebound. Until last year, however, he was “schlepping around” in his kitchen, baking his own bread, and cooking and hosting Sabbath supper at his home for his adult children every Friday night. Mr. B. is originally from Ukraine, Jewish...
by Prasanta | Feb 6, 2018 | Diversity, Racial issues, Uncategorized
Diversity. What does it mean? I’ve been learning more recently about what that means, and what I think God is asking from me. I’m being challenged with acknowledging my own misperceptions and biases. I’m being challenged to stand face to face with my...
by Prasanta | Feb 2, 2018 | Poetry, Uncategorized
It’s all I have to bring today It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fields— And all the meadows wide— Be sure you count—should I forget Some one the sum could tell— This, and my heart, and all the Bees Which in the...
by Prasanta | Feb 1, 2018 | Poetry, Uncategorized
“Praying It doesn’t have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don’t try to make them...
