Memories of 2001 (9/11, playoff baseball on the radio, life as an organizer) lead Joe Hoover to wonder if our world possesses any proper order.
“Here’s the thing, you tell me what didn’t all come down to feeling good, and I will give you” – Briggs waved his hand. …I could almost see it.
Briggs, in his own off-handed way, would take us all down with him. “The purpose of life,” I stared at him coldly, “is not to feel good”…
“The flaws, the sins, the marks missed.” With Spy Wednesday pulling Lent to a close, Joe Hoover asks us for a few moments to consider, with him, the flaw.
“Love demands a decision” writes Joe Hoover. He gets us there by cutting us with both of love’s sharp edges: the particular and the general, the individual and the universal, the romantic and the occupy.
Joe Hoover ruminates on reverence, silence and ritual as they play out at daily Mass and in his Bikram Yoga studio.