In the book of Luke, chapter 15 there is the parable of the good shepherd going after the one lost sheep. Did you grow up in the era of the Sunday School flannelgraph? (Kids today have no idea what they are missing. If you know, you know.) If you did, you know the image of …
Today I listened to this podcast. Although not the main focus of the podcast, it touched briefly on the well-curated lives of those on Instagram. Not just us regular folk on Insta, but those “content creators”….you know….“influencers.” Especially prickly to me personally are those monochromatic curated accounts. All polished and shiny in the same color …
Today begins the Dormition Fast in the Syriac church. Our Byzantine fam has been fasting for a week already. Our Roman fam is not required to fast…but that doesn’t mean you can’t. As promised here are some meal ideas for your big ol’ hungry family for the fast. But first let me mention two approaches …
Today is St. Joseph’s Feast Day. I have an ever increasing devotion to Jesus’ foster father. This man who was chosen by God to look after Our Lady and Our Lord. The Liturgy this morning says, “You served the Lord and His mother, and you were their constant companion both day and night. You carried …
As I grate cheese by hand, “You know the store sells cheese that is already grated, right?” As I chop piles of vegetables for fermenting, “Why don’t you own a food processor?” As I light dozens of candles in the evening, “Why don’t you just turn on the lights?” As I mix herbs and store …
“Between the forces of terror and the forces of dialogue, a great unequal battle has begun. I have nothing but reasonable illusions as to the outcome of that battle. But I believe it must be fought, and I know that certain men at least have resolved to do so. I merely fear that they will …
I got there early, one of the first, because my son was serving at the altar and my daughter was singing with the cantor. I sat in the back and prayed. Breathing deeply I took in the stained glass windows, the wood work, the altar piece. And I watched people come in. Old people who …
I readily admit that mercy makes me uncomfortable. Except when I need it.
A little more than a year ago I was sitting around with two (then) Protestant girl friends, drinking tea, discussing theology–namely Catholicism. Yes, I have better than average friends. We may not know who won an Oscar or who wore what on the red carpet, but we can discuss transubstantiation, theology of the body, and …
reconciling things 