God Works Through Broken Wings
I did it. I can’t blame anyone else. I moved the step to our high bed and forgot to move it back. I misstepped on the misplaced step and fell hard on the floor. I broke my wrist. The fall happened so quickly, I wasn’t able to tell the ER nurse how I landed when
Children Parenting Parents
Although these are not my words (it’s a short story circling around on the www) they will be one day… Fear of Your Parents’ Old Age There is a break in the family history, where the ages accumulate and overlap, and the natural order makes no sense: it’s when the child becomes the parent of
The Cross
Today is Good Friday. At 2pm, I will drive to our local Cathedral and participate in the Celebration of Our Lord’s Passion. To those unfamiliar with the Good Friday service (it is not a Mass), the day will include a reading of the Passion account from John’s Gospel, Veneration of the Cross, and then Holy
God Slapped
I often have difficulty meditating on the Passion. I don’t know if it’s a psychological thing where I can’t bear to reflect on the pain and torture that Jesus endured, or a pride thing where I believe I’d never be one in the crowd to yell, “Crucify Him!”. It’s difficult for me to connect with;
Pregaming Lent
You may think this is a sacrilegious post… pounding a few bottles of Merlot before Ash Wednesday. ’tis not the case (pun intended). No, I’m taking this newly discovered season of Septuagesima seriously and putting it into practice as the Church intended many years ago. Just as a couch potato shouldn’t expect to finish a