Friday, April 20, 2018


Jesus put your hands into my wounds,
into my cuts.  Touch my hurt.  Let me
look into your eyes, so I will know -
you know - what I have gone through -
and both of us will wink at each other -
as we say the great connector, the
great peace maker,  “What you too?”

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018
Painting: Doubting Thomas 
by Caravaggio
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April 20, 2018

Thought for today:

“What is hell? Hell is oneself,
Hell is alone, the other figures in it
Merely projections,” 

Thomas Sterns Eliot [1888-1965]  
The Cocktail Party [1950]

Thursday, April 19, 2018


Endings: Sometimes we see 
them coming; sometimes we don't.

It's Friday - we're moving towards 
the last days of a vacation.

The breakup of a marriage.
I had stopped saying, “Thank you.”

The waitress says, “Does anyone
want coffee or dessert or the bill?”

The doctor says, “Sorry,
it doesn’t look good.”

People start moving towards
the exit. The score is 7 to 1.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018

April 19, 2018

Thought for today:

“Me miserable! which way shall I fly
Infinite wrath, and infinite despair?
Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell;
And in the deepest deep a lower deep,
Still threat’ning to devour me, opens wide,
To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven."

John Milton [1608-1674], 
Paradise Lost [1667] IV, line 73

Wednesday, April 18, 2018


[Good Morning: Welcome to the Rose Parvis scholarship ceremony. Today 33 sophmores  entered into the group.  It’s quite an honor. One has to have  a 4 point average - plus a series of other “have to”s - for all 4 years at  St. Mary’s High School.  The key word this morning is “Scholarship.” Last week in the Washington Post and in the New York Times I noticed announcements for this year’s winners of the Pulitzer Prizes for Journalism. Putting both together last night, I wrote this fictional story for this morning's ceremony. It’s called, “Scholarship!”]


It was her first Pulitzer Prize.

She stood there on the shiny wooden stage floor - waiting for someone in a suit to finish his introduction of her. He told of her gifts and skills as a newspaper reporter. He spoke a few quotes and quips. He got a few smiles and two laughs - in his introduction to this award to this woman.

She heard nothing.

She was a bit nervous. This was quite an award for any newspaper or news magazine writer and reporter.

She remembered her first ballpoint pen. It could do what the big people could do with a ballpoint pen: make marks and letters on a pad or piece of paper. Her first word was not cat or dog - but owl. OWL - in big capital letters.

Next came hawk and robin and rooster.

In fact - in the second grade - she wrote her first little book: The Rowdy Rooster - who roared and cleared his throat every night at midnight - instead of every morning at dawn.

She stood there remembering writing a paper in Middle School with 2 friends about people who messed up parking lots with dumping paper and wrappers and Styrofoam containers. The 3 became nicknamed "the Neat Nicks" and got made fun of - but some kids heard the message and kept the parking lot and rest rooms neater.

She stood there remembering her paper in H.S. about verbal bullying in the kind of nick names kids gave kids.

She remembered in College writing a paper pushing for better medical benefits for the college maintenance workers.

She stood there thinking she was well prepared for her job as reporter for the Times - Dispatch.

Finally it was her turn to walk to the podium and get her Pulitzer Prize.  All clapped especially her family. She thanked God and her parents - but especially two high school English teachers - who pushed her to write and to use her talents for a better world.

She thanked her editor for pushing her to do her research in nursing homes in the Midwest - and how the county ones - were not doing their job.

That Sunday she stayed in church a few extra minutes to once more thank God and a whole list of teachers in elementary, middle, high school, university and grad school.  She especially remember Mrs. Lopez who loved to say, “Detailed Research and Scholarship - definitely make the difference every time.”

After being handed her Pulitzer Prize award, someone gave her a dozen roses. It was a first. She remembered  envying  the Home Coming Queen in high school getting a dozen roses and all those kids who were handed roses by family after being in a play. Finally! She joined their ranks.  And she raised her roses and her Pulitzer prize high in the air.  

April 18, 2018 

Thought for today:

“A mind not to be changed by place or time.
the mind is its own place, and it itself
Can make a heav’n of hell, a hell of heav’n.” 

John Milton [1608-1674], 
Paradise Lost [1667] 
bb, I, line 253

April 18, 2018


Dissatisfied, in a rut, ready to move,
to migrate, to immigrate both in body,
mind, soul and being - to get a better
job in a far country - a new place.

But where? Then there is family
and advice from fellow passengers -
then there is homesickness - and
be prepared to feel like an outcast.

Stay still or set sail for the new.
Security pleases some - risk too few.
But risk can bring new relationships
a soulmate - and meeting God within.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018