Imagine an annual spring tradition in which you plant basil seeds in an herb garden while retelling the story of Helena digging up her own basil and finding Jesus’ cross.
I want my children to remember me as a person who loved them deeply, but who loved herself just as much.
I am moved by the willing courage of a young person saying yes to God’s adventure. And I’m grateful for Mary, still bearing God to us.
The Transfiguration is confusing and deeply mystifying, and maybe that’s the point.
Zechariah knew what his son was destined to do: inaugurate the movement that would prepare the way for Jesus Christ.
Moving is once again making me realize: all of life is detaching from that which does not last forever and clinging to the good news in Christ.
I started to very intentionally work prayer into our daily conversation in ways that didn’t feel forced or hokey.
How I feel about these plants in my garden is merely a fraction of the way Jesus feels about me and how I am growing.
Today we celebrate the Feast of the Visitation, when Mary goes to visit her older cousin, Elizabeth after accepting the call to carry and give birth to Jesus. Just why do we celebrate this event? Where’s our place in the story? Let’s find it.
St. Philip and St. James are almost unknown people. Yet clearly they mattered to Jesus.