My Crosses, My Children
What if I held the inconvenient cross Jesus offered me instead of stubbornly carving the cross I want?
What if I held the inconvenient cross Jesus offered me instead of stubbornly carving the cross I want?
There’s a door in Paris that I want to see. It’s not the grand door of a cathedral, and it doesn’t lead to a museum, but it has a story to tell.
We’ve been kicked out and denied access to many services over the years – daycares, music programs, counselors, you name it.
Augustine’s God is voluptuous, and to be Catholic is to be willingly drawn into that God of Beauty!
Waiting. Waiting is annoying. We’re an instant gratification society geared toward quick responses and answers.
There is a beautiful shrine in our parish Church for Our Mother Mary, the Undoer of Knots. It sits in the corner of our sanctuary.
Rather than throwing stones at stone figures, I would hope that we have the capacity for the hard work of using those same stones to build more statues. Let’s tell more stories. Let’s balance the book of history with more, not less.
I had just finished a nap, lunch, and made a cup of iced rose, mint tea with coconut milk. I knew I had to spend time with Rose of Lima soon. I had plenty of connections to her that fascinated me, but really didn’t know her. We have a picture of Our Lady of Guadalupe … Read more
Reclaiming my place as the “young monk” I really was, instead of the haughty graduate student I was pretending to be, I returned to St. Bernard.