John, for me, is the apostle of light, the apostle who shines the light on the true nature of our God and our Lord and Savior.
“This is the message we have heard from him and proclaim to you, that God is light and in him there is no darkness at […]
As the detritus of Christmas surrounds us, where do we see Jesus?
Maybe because I wasn’t raised in the church, I’ve spent half my life trying to figure out how to observe Advent and Christmas.
I am moved by the willing courage of a young person saying yes to God’s adventure. And I’m grateful for Mary, still bearing God to us.
Moving is once again making me realize: all of life is detaching from that which does not last forever and clinging to the good news in Christ.
Little did Mary and Joseph know that their routine would bring them face-to-face with a man who had waited his whole life to behold their infant son.
Hope and good will are meant to be ever with us, having come to us so miraculously on Christmas Day.
St. John faints away at the words of Christ announcing his coming betrayal. The space in DaVinci’s painting helps me consider the ways I am separated from Christ.