Some years ago I took a retreat among the brothers at the Society of St. John the Evangelist that focused on icons.
The priest, whose classmates had called him “the dumb ox” because of his huge stature and quiet demeanor, was Thomas Aquinas.
Timothy and Titus were not fresh out of central casting for their roles. They were unlikely leaders. They were underdogs.
I went to Princeton Theological Seminary as a Roman Catholic woman.
Character may be manifested in the great moments, but it is made in the small ones.
I bet there is a “strong one” in your family: the rock on whom the rest of your family can depend.
Saint Aelred of Rievaulx is known for his work on spiritual friendship.
According to South Indian Christian tradition, Saint Thomas the Apostle set sail for the Malabar Coast (present-day Kerala) in 52 CE.
One of the other wonderful things about having so many ways to tell a story is that we can think creatively about how to share them in our own families and communities.
One month into my junior year of high school and four months after my dad’s sudden death, I declared to my closest friends over school lunch mystery meat that I was quitting church, and, by extension, God.