Re-examining Our Assumptions About God
How a Kitten Taught Me to Connect With God
One afternoon when I was four years-old, my mother settled me in the overstuffed living room chair. "Now sit quietly. Think of your toy boat on the water. Or the clock over there. Just let yourself become still." I concentrated on the mantel clock with its slow,...
How We Are Connected in Time
As shadows spread across the floor and little breaths of air move the curtains, I begin to stir in my bed. I sense my connection to all the ones who ever were alive and striving to grapple with the many challenges of existing on this planet, our Earth. Surely there...
Re-examining Our Assumptions About God
Have you ever tiptoed into someone’s room when they are asleep? There is something unsettling and a bit frightening. The room is filled with shadow, and the sleeping person is a different version of themselves. It is as though we have sidestepped into another world....
A Five Year-Old’s Shout to God
One summer evening when I was five, I went to my room. The window was open. The air was still, and there was the occasional yellow smudge of a lightning bug in the darkness, out there in the yard. Occasionally, a small beetle would fly into the window screen with a...
Mrs. Harbor’s Delicate Boats
I remember Old Central School in Middlesboro, KY with its high ceilings and tall windows looking out on a playground covered in tiny rocks. Cinders from the coal furnace that heated the school in winter were scattered near rusted oil drums converted to trash barrels....
LEGO Titanic
I was assigned to our Discovery Gallery for a few hours yesterday and thoroughly enjoyed interacting with our guests about the 26-foot long, 56-thousand-piece Lego ship. Built by Brynjar Karl, an autistic ten-year-old from Iceland, the ship is an...
Penguins, Sharks, Treasure
Dressed as First Class passenger Col. Archibald Gracie, I awaited the frisky group at the Map, which is the first gallery in our world-class museum. And yes, frisky is the word. There were two children skipping, pirouetting, humming what sounded like the theme from...
Titanic—Reaching Toward the Future
Titanic Museum Attraction guests and I often reach out together through imagination. For a few moments we linger at the port in Southampton, England, pretending that we are Titanic’s first passengers waiting for the great ship to appear. There is a ripple in the crowd...
A Cross-Section of Evolving Humanity
As I experience the full range of Titanic Museum Attraction, which for me includes the guests, the people, the human beings of our day, I cannot help myself. I return to the idea that we have much in common with all those humans who have lived before us on this...
Recent Comments