I said a prayer for guidance and remembered no one can comprehend the grace of God.
I like that these prayers always feel accessible to me—always seem to be running on some subliminal loop inside my heart.
I made a handout to teach my parish the practice of Compline. I wasn’t sure quite what would happen when I took five home.
The day will come when death slaps my kids in the face. When it does, I want them to remember all our Ash Wednesdays.
Our traditional family observance isn’t fitting so well at this stage of our life. Might Lent Madness? We’re about to find out.