From childhood magic to religious belief and finally to lived compassion, this reflection asks a simple question: what remains when illusion falls away—and love stays? When I was a child, I loved watching magic shows on television. The idea that someone possessed powers I did not, fascinated me. I was especially taken by the magician who…
While sorting through old boxes of memorabilia, I was struck by how easily forgotten moments can still shape who we become. Reading old letters and names from my childhood reopened memories that helped explain some of my long-held attitudes. One of those memories involves Eddie, a neighborhood boy I once played with on Bluebird Street.…
For several years, I worked as a counselor at a Youth Center in the southwestern United States. While the work had its rewards, it also had its drawbacks. I primarily worked with disadvantaged Navajo and Zuni youth, and ran a center for the Spanish youth who lived on the wrong side of the railroad tracks…
I didn’t climb too far up on the educational ladder in life, but I have had a few good teachers, the best one by far being Experience. When I was 4 years old, I was taught by my parents and Dutch community leaders that it was alright to tell a lie to the police about…
Most of us can remember singing Oh, Be Careful Little Ones What You Do as children. Maybe it was Sunday school, or maybe kindergarten. If you’re like me, you can probably still remember most of the hand motions. I didn’t realize it then, but that simple song would later echo in my mind when temptation…
A few days ago, we were visiting Prey Veng, Province of Cambodia, and on our way back to the city, we picked up a man and his pet duck. The duck was not all that comfortable being in the van at first. It started squawking loudly and thrashing its wings, making the ride difficult for…
I can still remember that first time I bowed to the Buddha… such a simple act, and yet perhaps the most defiant and difficult thing I have ever done. I have not lived the life of a saint. I’ve been a rebel from as far back as I can remember—fired from every job, court-martialed in…
“There is a Wine that flows from the vineyards of the Lord, Its sweetness aged in jars of clay, its price none can afford.And wise men say that he who tastes its sweetness on his tongueWill understand the Mind of God and evil overcome.” With tear-filled eyes, a dying father passed these words on to…
What if the most dangerous belief we hold… is that we still have time? I don’t think there are many who haven’t already reached the same conclusion, even if we try to deny it—that as a species, through our actions and our silence, we have crossed a line from which there may be no return,…
He comes and goes as he pleases, working quietly behind the scenes. Most times we’re not even aware of his presence — not until he’s ready to steal another from us. The children may grow restless, or the dogs bark more than usual in the night… but we choose to ignore such signs. To acknowledge…