We don’t often admit the tough stuff. We cover it up to get through the day, not out of deceit but for everyone’s good. When people ask “how are you?”, it’s not the time to say I’m sad, I’m confused. There are things to be done, so we put pain aside. But what if we never findContinue reading >>
Holy Newness
Yesterday I visited the Cathedral of the Holy Cross in Boston on the occasion of its reopening after a two-year renovation. The mood was celebratory as many of us wandered the bright, shiny sanctuary whose cosmetic improvements were matched by structural and safety upgrades to ensure the building’s longevity. On the way home I passedContinue reading >>
Remembering Jesus
Holy Week is here, and I am remembering. Through the challenging years that I was very sick, the Triduum frequently took on special meaning. My heart was fragile and understood the drama and trauma of Jesus’s Passion. The year that included two surgeries I gave up on Lent halfway through, so exhausted by the sacrifice ofContinue reading >>