The saints can give us something that Jesus could not.
There are times in each one of our lives when we must choose between holding tightly to our convictions or loosen our grip on them.
Five months ago my fourteen-year-old and I participated in an intergenerational Civil Rights Pilgrimage with his church youth group.
Growing up, my older brother and I occasionally found ourselves in hot water.
Initially, Romero played the role to the liking of the conservative church and the wealthy and influential in El Salvador.
Maybe you, like me, are surprised to see Pamela Anderson in a Christian education blog.
Growing up when and where I did, racism wasn’t something that was necessarily talked about.
Since Lawrence was the chief financial officer in Rome, he was given the option by the Roman prefect to surrender the “treasures of the church” and receive his freedom or resist and be put to death.
At the end of last year my family and I made a move to a new part of the country, to a new diocese, to a new church.
I first learned of Stephen, as I suspect many of us do, via Wenceslas and his walk over deep, crisp, and even snow. In that lovely song, Stephen serves largely as the backdrop for an allegory about kingship.