Twelve-year-old me asked to learn the rosary. I’m glad I did.
I like that these prayers always feel accessible to me—always seem to be running on some subliminal loop inside my heart.
I like that these prayers always feel accessible to me—always seem to be running on some subliminal loop inside my heart.
I made a handout to teach my parish the practice of Compline. I wasn’t sure quite what would happen when I took five home.
When modern people think about prayer, often we wonder “does prayer work?” But that question rests on false assumptions. Real prayer works – on us.
I’ve slowly come up with a few small things that might at least plant the seeds of understanding “life from death” for our secular grandchildren.
When the priest invited her flock to come and see the new table, to worship in the round, to try something new, four little feet—and the two little boys they belong to—took her seriously.
Before my mom died, I faced Lent with a kind of calculated resolve. Now the season opens up differently for me, into a sort of invitation.
A roundup of ideas and resources to help you and your family go the distance this Lent.
There will be days when we don’t run well—when we fall down or throw up or cry or can’t finish. And that is ok. We have not ruined Lent.
The heavy stone of guilt was lifted. This was not magic, but mystery.
Jesus talks about sowers planting seeds, of abundance out of scraps, about bread and wine and love. This turns out to be very practical wisdom.