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I’ve received a couple calls in recent weeks asking if I might be able to give a talk on hope. Partly, I suspect Pope Francis is to blame. He has declared 2025 as a Jubilee Year in which we are to become “pilgrims of hope.” But partly, I suspect people are reaching out because hope is a bit in short supply right now. At least I know it is for me.

This past weekend I made a lovely silent retreat at Ignatius House just outside Atlanta. It is a little odd, I suppose, to go to all the effort needed to visit a retreat center only 15 minutes from where one lives. Why pack a suitcase and go sleep in a bed not your own, when you have a perfect good bed that you sleep better in just down the road? But—in a shout out to retreat centers everywhere—even a slight change of location can make all the difference in the world when it comes to clearing out one’s head space.

I am about to head to the grocery store for the fourth time in four days. I am not proud of adding to Atlanta traffic and I am sure that my frequent appearance only adds to the chaos the checkers and baggers are experiencing at present. But for some reason, whenever there is snow in the forecast, I feel my pantry must be stocked with every ingredient known to humankind. And yet I always leave the store forgetting one. Today the trip will be for orange juice.

Anyone out there have childhood memories of a book series called “Choose Your Own Adventure”? The first one came out in 1976 and over the next 20+ years, close to 200 volumes came into print. Before these books came out, I’d always assumed reading to be a one-directional exercise. You start with the front cover and then you move page by page in order till you reach the back cover. The “Choose Your Own Adventure” series was the first time we readers got some choices along the way.

“This may be news to you, you may never have heard my voice before, the most severe, the most demanding, the most terrible for you to listen to, [but] I have to tell you that you are all in a state of mortal sin. You now live in it, and you will die in it.”[i]

You took one on the chin earlier this month. No, let me back up in order to be more honest. We took one on the chin earlier this month. As someone who works (and values working) with a wide diversity of peoples / churches / dioceses / organizations, I’m not inclined to make my own personal voting record public.

Dear Friends Who Voted for Trump,

Earlier this October I spent a day at the CIA. Not the one that tracks down spies. Rather the one along the Hudson River in upstate New York where they train chefs – i.e. the Culinary Institute of America. I was not there for the food. (Though I did try a piece of apple pie and it was pretty darn good.) I was there to visit the grave of Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, SJ.*

Last time I posted, I shared a litany that I’d written for the upcoming 2024 election on November 5th. I promised to pray it each day leading up to the election and—you know what?—it is making me feel more peaceful. It is good to feel part of a whole community that is praying for the best outcome possible. I also have to say, however, that I have realized that it is a bit long. I am getting a bit weary of all the verbiage involved and thinking about Jesus’ quip about God already knowing what we need before we open our mouths.

I’ll be praying this each day for the month before the election and invite you to join me, or adapt this for your own prayer. For the back story on this litany or for information on any of the holy men and women referenced, please check out my newsletter from 10-4-24.

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In these days before our national election, we unite in prayer with the whole communion of saints for an election that is both peaceful and prudential. [Take a moment of silence to allow your heart to absorb the intention.]