Visiting Writer Brian Doyle
Doyle's evening talk was as eclectic and the emotional roller coaster promised by it's title—'Notes on Wonder and Kids and Mercy and Hawks and Other Wild and Confusing Miracles, with Sidelong Jaunts into Tall Tales, and Whopping Lies, and Hilarity and Pain and Grace and Basketball and the Dalai Lama and Other Riveting Matters, Like Laughter as Prayer and Weapon Against the Dark.'
'No god can forgive what we do to each other; only the injured can summon that extraordinary grace, and where such grace is born we cannot say, for all our fitful genius and miraculous machinery. We use the word god so easily, so casually, as if our label for the incomprehensible meant anything at all; and we forget all too easily that the wriggle of holy is born only through the stammer and stumble of us, who are always children. 'So we turn again and again to each other, and bow, and ask forgiveness, and mill what mercy we can muster from the muddle of our hearts.' —Brian Doyle