Back in the early ‘80’s, when I was still living in Colorado, on Good Friday mornings a friend and I would take the 4 to 5 a.m. Night Watch shift at church, then we’d drive out to Warren Lake.
A lunch bag, a water bottle, and an empty tissue box
Not one person in my life would accuse me of being chronically organized.
Not that Kind of King
We’re almost there: the ending of the season after Pentecost which is also the beginning of Advent and a new Church Year. But, as we move into this final Green Growing Sunday, we also encounter a potential stumbling block.
All Faithful Departed: Learning to Grieve
“When you were a child, who taught you how to grieve?”
Remembering those we love but see no longer
All Saints’ Day encourages us to remember those faithful Christians who were the lights shining in those dark moments, the ones who helped our parishes endure.
Not So Creepy: The Invitation of All Hallows’ Eve
All Hallows’ Eve offers us an invitation unlike anything else in our culture.
An Invitation from Ordinary Time
Every now and then, something ordinary breaks through the monotony of daily rhythms and takes my breath away.
Preparing our household for Allhallowtide
When suffering and grief inevitably find them, I want my children to be able to access the rituals of Allhallowtide
Gentle Mary
In the early months of the pandemic, locked down with my young children in a too small city row house with no real backyard to speak of, I found myself losing my patience, something already in short supply, much like milk, diapers, and grocery delivery slots.
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit: a qualitative not quantitative union
What I remember most about learning my catechism as a child is memorizing facts about why God loved me.