Failing was my entrance into a holy Lent.
I want to be enough of a roadblock to convince them to think a little more deeply.
These days my prayers are an admission that I’m not the one in control.
My attempts to modify others’ behavior during the six weeks before Easter haven’t really been any more effective than my mother’s were.
Sexuality and gender seem unique in their capacity to elicit terror in adults and embarrassment in children.
My daughter told me, “For you being a priest, we aren’t the most religious family.” Is that because our faith is practical and immersive?
Our families show us God in everyday life. Recognizing these moments is critical for our faith and the faith of our children.
Participation in Lent Madness can be turned into a family ritual, like lighting the Advent Wreath at dinnertime or saying bedtime prayers together.
Epiphany offers us a chance to remember that Jesus was a king, but not the king people thought he would be. He was a baby, a child of God, and his life promised that we, too, would all be children of God. The prophets foretold him, God revealed him, the Three Kings honored him, and we adore him.
As the detritus of Christmas surrounds us, where do we see Jesus?