5th Sunday of Easter: Connected to God, we find our values, we find ourselves, we find life.
No Man Is an Island by John Donne No man is an island, Entire of itself; Every man is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, As well as if a promontory were: As well as if a manor of thy friend's Or of thine own were. Any man's death diminishes me, Because I am involved in mankind. And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee. No man, or person, is an island, a poem by John Donne from the early 1600’s. A poem of the connectedness of humanity. A theme also picked up on a book by Thomas Merton of the same name. Who are we and how do we live and operate? Have we ever stopped, considered our actions, our choices, our ethics, our morals and how we came to have them? It could be something as small as when we eat dinner, to core beliefs that drive us. I think one of the values of aging is a certain wisdom and a certain objectivity about ourselves and life. We can see things with a little mo...