From the Seventh Letter of Barba Baba
Beloved,Today I write to you from France, where I met Blaise Pascal. He is as much a mathematician as a philosopher and poet. Like a mathematical equation, he speaks of…
From the Seventh Letter of Barba Baba
Beloved,Today I write to you from France, where I met Blaise Pascal. He is as much a mathematician as a philosopher and poet. Like a mathematical equation, he speaks of…
From the Sixth Letter of Barba Baba
Beloved,Today, I write to you from Holland, where I met Henri Nouwen. He seems an ordinary professor and priest upon first impression. But in his hands the quill becomes a…
From the Sixth Letter of Barba Baba
Beloved,Today, I write to you from Holland, where I met Henri Nouwen. He seems an ordinary professor and priest upon first impression. But in his hands the quill becomes a…
From the Fifth Letter of Barba Baba
Beloved,Today, I write to you from Denmark, the land of “The Little Mermaid,” where I met Soren Kierkegaard, philosopher, writer and mystic. Dead men tell no tales, but surely his…
From the Fifth Letter of Barba Baba
Beloved,Today, I write to you from Denmark, the land of “The Little Mermaid,” where I met Soren Kierkegaard, philosopher, writer and mystic. Dead men tell no tales, but surely his…
From the Fourth Letter of Barba Baba
Beloved,Today, I write to you from Germany, where I met Hildegard von Bingen. She’s a visionary of the 11th century who united the medicinal, the magical and the mystical through…
From the Fourth Letter of Barba Baba
Beloved,Today, I write to you from Germany, where I met Hildegard von Bingen. She’s a visionary of the 11th century who united the medicinal, the magical and the mystical through…
Daily Reflections for the Advent Journey – 2023
Following the Star to BethlehemTHROUGH THE I's OF OUR ANCESTORS Advent is a time when we prepare ourselves to celebrate the birth of Emmanuel – God with us. Every Advent…
The Story Behind The Story
THROUGH THE I's OF OUR ANCESTORS In 2011, my father bought a helium-filled Barbapapa balloon at the fair for our three year old daughter Anabel. When the balloon, who had…