All posts by: Anne Mackie Morelli

A Grand Inheritance

My two grandsons, both around a year and half old, are in the developmental stage where they are astutely watching everything around them. They seem especially interested in observing people....

The Call to Love Our Neighbour

Jesus’ call to love is so fundamental to the Christian faith we can feel its pulse as it echoes throughout Scripture and the salvation narrative. From the front cover to...

We are called to be different. So we can make a difference.

This year has been unsettling. So many dark threads, events, circumstances have become woven into its fabric. It has been a season where trouble and tricksters have been afoot. Where...

Supporting A Loved One Who Struggles With Health Issues

  I was pleased to have one of my articles, “Lessons I’ve Learned While Supporting My Son With Crohn’s Disease” recently published on “The Mighty“. The Mighty is a great...

With Love, Ruth and Naomi

The three widows were travelling down the dusty, dirt road. And suddenly, they stopped, and began to talk. And as they talked they began to weep, clinging to each other....

We See What we Want to See

He wisely replied to my observation, “Anne, people see what they want to see.” I had just shared how puzzling it was that people could reach very dissimilar conclusions about...

When Nature Sings for Joy

There are moments in life you could just weep for the beauty. Moments, so exquisite, they are like a foretaste of heaven. Where everything aligns. And the veil between earth...

Recognizing the Divine in Our Midst

When I was an educator in the public school system there was an assumption that an educational expert was anyone who lived at least 50 miles away. This meant that...

Wolves in Sheep’s Clothing

Sometimes it is hard to recognize darkness. For it can come dressed up in a nice suit, pretty packaging, and a smooth sales pitch. Because it is slick and alluring,...

Rewriting A Legacy

His dark eyes glared, his face flushed, his breathing heavy. Agitated, he could barely sit still. A teacher had brought him to my office, because she had caught him fighting...