The other day, I was stung by a bee while doing dishes ... inside. Honestly, after my first yelp of surprise, my predominant feeling was empathy. The poor bee had accidentally flown into our home looking for pollen-heavy blossoms. Instead,... Continue Reading →
As I sat looking fixedly at my spring and summer calendar, I felt the perennial question that torments parents surfacing in my mind, “Is it enough?” . . . . The reality is that this intangible standard of enough cannot... Continue Reading →
Waiting is hard. Waiting for pain that you know is coming is the sweat of the Agony of the Garden. Waiting for a joy that you hope for is the extended, held breath of Holy Saturday. Right now, I’m waiting... Continue Reading →
As I watch my children grow, I have realized that God frequently gives us more than one Mount Tabor moment in our lives. There are “mini-Tabors” just as there are “mini-Calvaries.”
The antidote to a world full of shame and shaming is not pride, it is humility. True humility, as made manifest in the Sacred Heart, is the prerequisite both for giving and for receiving authentic love. Humility knows and loves... Continue Reading →
April is the cruelest month...” When I used to teach T.S. Eliot’s poem “The Wasteland” to North Carolina high school students, they always stopped right there at the first line in consternation. How could anyone think spring is cruel? The... Continue Reading →
