Make straight his paths
When I was 5 my family moved into an old farmhouse on a large patch of land, replete with a barn and lots of wildlife in the back lot. Unfortunately […]
When I was 5 my family moved into an old farmhouse on a large patch of land, replete with a barn and lots of wildlife in the back lot. Unfortunately […]
We enter into Advent at the end of a peculiar year, in a disorienting time. 2017 seems determined to draw to a close with non-stop revelations of powerful people treating
Jesus came as a refugee baby. He lived as a religious minority, was distrusted and harassed by authorities and was executed by the state. If this were a movie made
My father had an Aunt Lucy who I, of course, also considered my aunt, and who died too young of cancer. Her wake and funeral were full of Italian family
This is adapted from a reflection I gave for the Contemplative Leaders in Action‘s Boston Advent Prayer Service, December 1, 2016. O come, O Bright and Morning Star, and bring