Narrative Arts: Maryam of Quidun, My Mother, and Me
We all have stories we tell about ourselves. As the oldest of three girls and the one I think my
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Crafting A Faith-Filled Summer: A Program of Process Art & Prayer Activities
If you have a young child, you may not realize it, but your home is probably full of process art.
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A Window into Heaven – and Here
Some years ago I took a retreat among the brothers at the Society of St. John the Evangelist that focused on icons.
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Envisioning Jesus in Our Own Image
Mom, I thought Jesus had white skin?
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The Bread Box, Ecumenical Love, and Murals
Whatever this seminary word may mean tomorrow, today ecumenical means that the Church universal served the church local, and everyone knew Love.
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Bringing Saint Joseph to the Center
Today is the feast of Saint Joseph, but before we talk about that, I need to share with you one of the best Christmas presents I received this year: a llama needle felting kit!
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Saint Andrew’s Evangelism
Saint Andrew was a pioneer in many ways. His festival is often the first major Christian feast celebrated after the beginning of the Christian year to commemorate his status of being the “first called.”
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Saint Bartholomew and Brokenness
Nothing, really, is known about Bartholomew, who is mentioned in the list of disciples in the synoptic gospels (Matthew, Mark,
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Celebrating Pentecost at Home
It’s been fifty days since Easter Day. Fifty days. Seven Weeks. An entire liturgical season spent physically distancing from our church families.
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I Choir the Proper Praise
Just after 7:30 this morning my younger son and I trekked out to the driveway in our slippers and pajamas, a box of sidewalk paint, a roll of masking paint, and my cup of coffee our only companions.
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