To arrive at Pentecost, we should go through the Tower of Babel. The arrival of the Holy Spirit rhymes with that story on purpose—so let’s take a moment and follow a story we might not have thought about in years.
‘Humility.’ We can use the word in such ugly ways, but humility simply means to be real, to be honest, to be ourselves. If you’re doing Lent, it’s a good Lenten word.
If Jerome is right, and if you and I are going to be friends in the course of this post, I should start by being honest. I don’t really like Jerome.
“Will you not put an end,” she asked, “to your failure to recognise the good things which come from God?” —The Life of Macrina by […]
Black Lives Matter. Saint Peter and Saint Paul disagreed on much, but this, this, they agreed on: black lives matter. Let’s circle back here in a moment.
Apparently, there are different kinds of ‘alone.’
When did you become an adult? Was there a moment, an inbreath as a child followed by a grownup outbreath?
Imagination stands as one of the most powerful gifts that God has given human beings.
A priest friend once confessed to me that he had been years out of seminary before he realized that, throughout his life, he had spent all of his time talking about God rather than to God. He had been excited by the idea of God, by all the accoutrements around worship, and by the call to justice. In all his excitement, it took some time before he realized that he had missed the central piece.
Teenagers often believe that they are the first humans ever to have discovered sex. The world-altering swells of feeling and emotion—or the seeming opposite of being let down by the whole experience—feels as revolutionary to each of us as any human walking on the moon.