Jerusalem!

Daughter Fiona and I arrived in Jerusalem late in the day on Wednesday.  What a thrill to share these 10 days with her!  This morning, we visited with dear friend Sharon (Morgie) Morgenstern, whose wisdom and encouragement have been so precious to me over the past seven-plus years.  Morgie's one of the most honest and decent people I know--and I trust her reflections on life and family, faith and future.  She helps me keep track of my own compass, my own hope, my own vocation really.  Today's conversation ranged from raising our daughters (two for her, three for me) to navigating conflict and despair.  I'm so proud of the way Morgie does this in her own life, in her complicated world.

We met at the First Station, an old train station converted to a lively center for the arts.  Within the station itself, a couple of young artists were spray-painting posters on long sheets, each one bringing a great psalm to life.  Children gathered to watch.  We did too.  And around that central space, the same artists were hanging their work for all to contemplate.