Forced contemplation

By John Pierce During my years in campus ministry, I enjoyed visits (often with students in tow) to the Monastery of the Holy Spirit in Conyers, Ga., east of Atlanta. Despite my deep admiration for those within this monastic community, not once was I tempted to join....

Time to smell the leather

By John Pierce Although growing up with few earthly possessions, none was more treasured than my baseball glove. In fact, from the first hint of spring until the late fall chill, the well-worn glove was more of an appendage than a possession. As a seminary student in...

Growing and going

By John Pierce Recently, our 12-year-old said she’d like a little garden spot to grow some tomatoes and peppers this year. One of my favorite therapies is designing and digging, so I started plotting a plot. Living on a wooded acre with rolling hills and...

Boynton: a man, an idea, a place

By John Pierce Henry Van Ness Boynton was mentioned in an article that my friend, colleague and Civil War historian Bruce Gourley sent to me last evening. That name rang a bell in my mind and heart. Boynton, according to an essay by Timothy B. Smith (in the The...

Blurring the lines

By John Pierce During a recent work-related trip, I was enjoying breakfast and watching the various people come in for their morning caffeine and nourishment. One woman placed her order and was asked the familiar question: “For here or to go?” Her reply...