Holy Interruptions
Why is Mother’s Day so HARD? Let’s begin here: I love my Mom and all the wonderful women who have […]
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The Person You are Looking for is No Longer Here
As a professor of practical theology, I often find myself talking about grief during class. All of my former students
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Love at Drop-Offs and in the Upper Room
There’s a tradition, or I suppose I should call it a rule, in my family: Everyone has to say “I love
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Relationships & Transformation, Then & Now
This week, our church calendar remembers a mother and daughter duo who were transformed together—Paula and Eustochium of Rome. Paula
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Monica/Monnica, Woman of Prayer
If you are a western Christian, Saint Monica might be the second most famous Christian mother you can name, after Our Lady.
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The Loving Vulnerability of the Visitation
Today we celebrate the Visitation of Mary. The Visitation is when Mary, pregnant with Jesus, goes to visit her cousin Elizabeth, pregnant with John (the baptizer). I like to think about this holy friendship—this time of mutual support and love for each other.
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Prayers of a Mom
Saint Augustine of Hippo writes of his mom’s persistence in her fight for his soul while he lived a life devoted wholly to his self and the fulfilling of its passions.
For the Love of a Mother
I have to be very careful when I write about the Blessed Virgin Mary.
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I love you. Thank you.
They sit in their carseats, next to one another holding hands. The palest caucasion skin of anyone in the family, enfolding the brown hand of his Hispanic little brother. “Are they both yours?” The woman meeting us for the first time asks. “Yes,” I reply, but she wants more. “How did you get that black haired one?” “Same way I got the blond haired one.”
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Re-Imagining Mary
Mary was a distant figure for me before having children. As a child she was the part in the nativity I never got to play (my short brown hair meant that I always lost out to my long blond-haired friends). As an adult, to me she was the venerated saint of Catholics, whose hailing brought a comfort I did not understand. I knew she was important, but I could not relate to her.