The plague hit our family vacation hard this summer. It was a punishing stomach bug that took down young and old and came back for more.
Joachim and Anne, Parents of the Blessed Virgin Mary
Today marks the feast of Joachim and Anne, the parents of Mary and the grandparents of Jesus. They don’t appear in canonical scriptures; lacking source material, generations of Christians have looked for them in themselves.
Faith, Science, and the Coolness of God
Listen, I’m not saying I once elevated a communion wafer with a robot arm. That would have been Inappropriate. People would be rightly concerned that such irreverence would cause Jesus to jump out of that wafer as fast as he jumped in.
Let’s talk about prayer power with Harriet Starr Cannon
Our calendar commends us today to celebrate the life of Harriet Starr Cannon and her founding of the Community of St. Mary, the first officially […]
Living as a Microphone for God
We know Oscar Romero because of his outspoken liberation theology, but that is not what marked the majority of his ordained life.
Everyone has a past, Photini allowed hers to reflect light
I’ve commented to friends once too often that I am deeply grateful that social media and camera phones weren’t a thing when I was in college.
Walking the Way of Love with Absalom Jones
Today, we remember Absalom Jones, who was born into a world that didn’t see him deserving of love; a world that didn’t see him or his worth. Absalom Jones was born a slave in Delaware in 1746.
Celebrating Saint Brigid, a woman of fiery faith
I first learned of Brigid a few years ago while researching Ireland, and discovered that Brigid was another much beloved patron saint of the country, alongside Saint Patrick. I
The Brilliant Theology of the Desert Mothers
In terms of my life circumstances, I couldn’t possibly have less in common with the ammas who fled to the desert for spiritual growth and exploration. I have a marriage, a parish, and two kids. And a dog. And chickens (maybe they had chickens in the desert?).
Amelia Bloomer: Patron Saint of the Yoga Pant and possibly the Messy Bun
I didn’t realize I knew Amelia Bloomer even before I read about her for this post. Growing up in a cluster of all-girls, uniform-enforcing schools, I was introduced to one of her lasting gifts to the world first hand: the bloomer.