broken – Seashell Nell

Le update

Once I went to this church-talk by this dewd I know who is really cool and also happens to be in seminarian for bonus-cool points. He was telling us some stories about his life, and one was that he went to this high-security prison to minister to the inmates and what not. Anyway, this oneContinueContinue reading “Le update”

The struggle-bus I ride, for good measure

Last Sunday the twins were going to give a presentation to the church young adult group and I was like, “Why don’t you say these things and in this order?” and Christine was like, “Do you just want to give the presentation?” so, I did. The month of November is set aside for Papist-folk toContinueContinue reading “The struggle-bus I ride, for good measure”

What sort of woman

Here’s a better reflection than I’ll ever write on today’s reading. Love, Me. In other news, this is the line that I ponder: “When the Pharisee who had invited him saw this he said to himself, ‘If this man were a prophet, he would know who and what sort of woman this is who isContinueContinue reading “What sort of woman”

Bridging Advent Hope, Love, and Joy

The theme of Advent week #1 was “Hope,” week #2 was “Love,” and this week we have “Joy” or “Rejoicing.” The readings at mass this past week have been about (for the first reading) the words of the prophets to the people of God and (in the Gospel) St. John the Baptist. I think it’sContinueContinue reading “Bridging Advent Hope, Love, and Joy”

A Hopeful Tuesday

On Sunday my childhood parish (Catholic-speak for “church”) closed. For good. Some of my family went to the closing mass. I didn’t. I had attended a different parish that morning, but I drove by hoping to catch the end of the mass. Entering the church triggered a flood of memories. I meant to walk towardsContinueContinue reading “A Hopeful Tuesday”

Emotional Vomit: The Canticle of Zechariah, Events and Thoughts

Blessed be the Lord, the God of Israel; he has come to his people and set them free. Yesterday I sat on a plastic chair in a row of six other plastic chairs to talk to the young people of my parish about parish involvement. I was a part of a panel: old and young,ContinueContinue reading “Emotional Vomit: The Canticle of Zechariah, Events and Thoughts”