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by Lori Wilson I was talking with a pilot today. The weather had forced him down, and he had to wait a day to get home. Instead of fuming over the delay, he found a local Catholic church with no line for confession and made the most of the time. As he talked about staying at peace with the wind, about not letting the delay decide his mood, I found myself back in the cockpit of a different plane, decades ago. I was in tenth grade. My best friend's father owned a small two-person plane, and one...

by Lori Wilson "I was a stranger and you welcomed me." — Matthew 25:35 I wrote a retreat once around a simple gesture. As participants moved outside, each person received a small paper heart and was invited to place it beside one of several signs: The Hungry, The Unhoused, Those Needing Clothing, Welcoming the Stranger, Visiting the Sick and Imprisoned. The idea was simple: let your heart go where it is being pulled. Don't think too hard. Just notice. I already knew, even as I wrote it, where...

by Lori Wilson "While he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion. He ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him." Luke 15:20 There is a memory I have carried for a long time, and it is not an easy one. I was a sophomore in high school. Life was full, school, sports, a job, and on Saturdays, a long list of chores to do my part and help our family of eight. One of my regular Saturday jobs was helping Gran with her grocery shopping. Gran shopped...