Envisioning Jesus in Our Own Image
Mom, I thought Jesus had white skin?
For a friendship more separate than equal, we don our funeral black, and sign the guest book on the way in, all our children watching and following our lead with solemnity.
The Feast of Pentecost is loaded with profound and fantastical readings of scripture.
This year, Saint Julian’s feast day coincides with Mother’s Day.
My fondest memories of my father focus on the times we worked together. My father knew how to fix everything
The world is heavy with sorrow right now.This is not a season that requires take much imagination to ponder Jesus’s suffering on the cross.
Today we celebrate the Feast of the Annunciation, the moment when God sends an angel to a young, unknown, unimportant Jewish woman to announce that she will bear the Savior.
John the Baptist is one of my heroes because he pointed to Christ.
There is no question that I am the disciple asking if we can make a dwelling, to try to live inside the fleeting moments when I feel the very palpable love and presence of God.
Like many stories from scripture, my understanding of and ability to relate to Mary and Martha evolves over time, changing with the course of my life and what roles I’m filling.