Lou Ness

This Is How It Begins ...

Mar 2, 2017

Two years ago, I was leaning against a guard rail in Ohio along Route 30. The sun was warm, and I was back on the road again in what would turn out to be a 935.5-mile walk from Rockford to Washington, D.C.

I was reading the gospel for the day -- and waiting for the Spirit to give me new insights. Hmmm … Be careful what you wish for.

The reading was the woman at the well. Maybe you know this one: Jesus comes to the small town and is tired; he sits down by the well and, as a Samaritan woman comes to draw water, Jesus says, “Will you give me a drink?”

A Very Cold Fact About Winter

Feb 2, 2017

Winter. I love winter. I have always loved winter. The snow and cold, the blustery wind tearing around corners and sending chills through a slip of space in my scarf. I walk with joy in winter; I am often outside.

However, winter also chills my heart, because I know that men and women who call the streets home live in cold, dirty and mean surroundings. It brings a different kind of dread for the folks wrapped in layers of worn and tattered clothing.

A Resolution For All Year Long

Jan 5, 2017

As we send 2016 packing, people will resolve to do a great many things. Still, by February 1, most of us will have left these resolutions behind -- tossing them away, litter on the side of the road: matted, sullied and forgotten. It’s easier to say something than it is to do something.

Me, I make the same resolution each year, and it has given me a life full of joy. Each year I resolve to see myself as whole, complete, naturally creative and resourceful, capable of anything.

Maybe If I Tie A String ...

Dec 8, 2016

Everyone has had that feeling. You know … the one that goes like this: “Now where did I put my keys?” Or this one: “I know I just put the remote on the table!”

Gone! The items vanish and, if I am lucky, they will simply appear and in short time.

Last Monday, I lost my wallet. Everything I use to negotiate my everyday life was in that wallet. Driver’s license, credit cards, VA identification, Medicare, and the list goes on and on. Thankfully there was no cash. I have not used cash in decades. I lean on my plastic.

We React To Bad News Differently

Nov 10, 2016

Everyone handles “bad news” differently.

As a Rockford Police and Fire Chaplain, I have witnessed people responding to bad news. Yet, when it happens to me, I am left speechless. Reactions to bad news vary from person to person depending on status, experience and other factors.

For some, a trauma may be a broken coffeemaker first thing in the morning. For others, they learn they have cancer. I take bad news lightly, not really believing that it will be as bad as people report -- because, after all, I’m different.

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