I was sitting on the dock of our diocesan camp, the Barbara C Harris Center, when I began feeling uncomfortable.
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.
Mom, I thought Jesus had white skin?
For a friendship more separate than equal, we don our funeral black, and sign the guest book on the way in, all our children watching and following our lead with solemnity.
The Feast of Pentecost is loaded with profound and fantastical readings of scripture.
This year, Saint Julian’s feast day coincides with Mother’s Day.
My fondest memories of my father focus on the times we worked together. My father knew how to fix everything
The world is heavy with sorrow right now.This is not a season that requires take much imagination to ponder Jesus’s suffering on the cross.
Today we celebrate the Feast of the Annunciation, the moment when God sends an angel to a young, unknown, unimportant Jewish woman to announce that she will bear the Savior.
John the Baptist is one of my heroes because he pointed to Christ.