I packed the wrong shoes for the Synod. Oh, don't get me wrong--they were cute and complimented all weekend long. Only, they have a raised heel, and not even that high, but enough to start bothering my feet after the first day on them for hours...and then the second...and then the third. Being on a... Continue Reading →
That time I embarrassed myself in front of the Archbishop
You all know that I'm helping with an upcoming Archdiocesan Synod; or, if you didn't know, now you do, I guess. In November, our Archdiocese will host a Synod, which will gather hundreds of folks to talk Jesus and church and stuff. Honestly, "helping" with the upcoming Synod kind of looks a lot like "nodding... Continue Reading →
Synod ’16. Archdiocese of Detroit. Get pumped.
YALLA HABIBI. (^Do you live in an area highly populated by Arabic-speakers? If so, that makes sense. If not: "Let's go, my love.") YO, DOG, there are some really, interesting, exciting developments in the Catholic church (A) across the world because the Holy Spirit is always active* and (B) in Detroit. And we're going to... Continue Reading →