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.
I Almost Missed the Wonderment and the Magnificent!
Hurrying around the parish campus, trying to get ready for our patron feast, Saint Michael’s Day, I would have easily missed something wonderful!
Turn Around: Embracing Change On The Feast of Saint Matthew
As a child, my understanding of Lutheran theology was informed at least as much by its distance from Roman Catholicism as it was by anything we did in worship itself.
Tabitha: Wrapping the Poor in Blessings
The idea of being wrapped up, especially as the nights grow colder here in Maine, evokes a sense of coziness and warmth.
Prayer as Antihistamine
I read somewhere that Saint Mark the Evangelist is the patron saint of people dealing with insect bites.
Saint Teresa, the Cloud Of Witnesses, and Chronic Pain
When I was 11 years old, I began having head splitting aches.
Andrew the Apostle: Patron Saint of Younger Siblings
I am the oldest of three children in my family. My two sisters are my best friends, though for many years before I came to see them that way they were also my worst enemies.
Celebrating Saint Brigid, a woman of fiery faith
I first learned of Brigid a few years ago while researching Ireland, and discovered that Brigid was another much beloved patron saint of the country, alongside Saint Patrick. I
Amelia Bloomer: Patron Saint of the Yoga Pant and possibly the Messy Bun
I didn’t realize I knew Amelia Bloomer even before I read about her for this post. Growing up in a cluster of all-girls, uniform-enforcing schools, I was introduced to one of her lasting gifts to the world first hand: the bloomer.