7. The saints of travel

The morning commute was rough today–snow during the drive-time meant delays for miles and miles–and there I was, in the midst of it. In my mind, I tried to construct haikus, two of them, for St. Christopher and St. Anthony, as I’ve been looking for flights for weeks and weeks now, waiting for prices toContinueContinue reading “7. The saints of travel”

6. What you are

I have a spiritual director; we meet once a month. He asks me about my prayer life, and what parts of the Bible are striking my heart. Every month, he always asks me if there is a scripture passage that I would like to use for meditation. Sometimes I pick one that comes readily toContinueContinue reading “6. What you are”

5. The definition of charity

My sister’s middle name is “Charity,” which the dictionary says is about giving to others in need and the Catechism says is about loving others and God, but I think it might be about the time we were hiking in the frigid north and she (so unfortunately) got diarrhea in the middle of a twelve-mileContinueContinue reading “5. The definition of charity”

2. The holy (broken) family

Maybe St. Joseph Was just as broken as My father. We paint a rosy picture– Joseph cradles a sleeping Mary Joseph covers the baby Jesus Joseph works in his shop And the doves gather As the lilies bloom. But maybe We’re wrong. And our heart-cries For perfection have forgotten: Joseph was not announced by anContinueContinue reading “2. The holy (broken) family”

1. To the saints we never knew

Ignatius was a soldier whose leg was crushed one day in battle. Luckily (for him, for us), he was given medical care, and his leg healed. Only…it healed crooked. And Ignatius was vain. So, he order the doctors do him a solid and…re-break his leg. Which they did, in hopes that it would heal inContinueContinue reading “1. To the saints we never knew”