We're in the homestretch with Lent, with just two more weeks until Easter. This week will be difficult but Holy Week will be better, due to the oh-so-close feeling of being inches away from Easter Sunday. (Forgive me Father, for I am a Lenten whiner.) I've been pretty good with my Lenten sacrifices, but not… Continue reading On reading the Bible in public
This is how unconscious I am about the eating of food: It is Ash Wednesday, a day of fasting for Catholics, a fact I reminded myself of multiple times this morning when packing to head home from the conference I was at. I've also reminded myself that my 40-day sacrifice centers around giving up certain… Continue reading The power of food
The first time I called the police to intervene in family matters, I was about 12 years old. I can still see myself standing in the kitchen of my childhood, looking into the living room where my parents would not stop yelling at each other, announcing – as if were the most normal thing to… Continue reading My sister, Hoffman, & causing a scene
Well, then. I'm not sure what irritates me most - the fact that American Atheists have set up a billboard making fun of prayer via mocking the Hail Mary, or the poor reporting on same that refers to the prayer as "a popular Christian invocation" or the clerics of the man in the ad as… Continue reading American Atheists and the Super Bowl
Pope Francis is not the first pope to speak of the Church's preferential option for the poor. Neither is he the first to criticize unbridled capitalism or critique harshly the belief in trickle-down economics. But his actions toward the poor and disenfranchised make Church teaching about the least of these much, much harder to ignore.… Continue reading Who is in your stable?
The entire country, it seems, spent the past few days running roughshod over Thanksgiving in a mad dash toward shopping and decorating for Christmas. Life was focused on all things consumer. Or at least that's how it seemed to me and a handful of "What about Thanksgiving?" people. I love Christmas as much as the… Continue reading Advent Girl
I spent Saturday morning with a group of Catholic women that meets regularly to discuss matters of faith. The assigned reading was a 1926 G. K. Chesterton piece on why he was Catholic. It was a fair choice since many in the group have been asking themselves that question for the past few years. But… Continue reading Hope – and fear – in taking the Pope at his word