God as Gardener
I despise gardening!
Itâs not gardeningâs fault, really. Itâs mine. I do occasionally try to garden, but every time, it fails miserably.
Usually my foray into...
Easterâs Expectant Playfulness
When my children were younger, we used to go to the Easter Vigil Mass. As a result, Easter morning was at home. The Easter...
Tilling the Soil of My Heart
When I was a child, I thought of Lent as a gloomy time. This was partly because where I grew up, the weather at...
Godâs Glance
In our new apartment, we hung pictures of our 10 grandchildren down the length of the hall. Our younger son said jokingly, âYou're going...
Using Our Gifts to Build the Kingdom Among Us
On the front porch, perched upon a worn wooden table and leaning against a bowl filled with water bottles, stood the sign: âDelivery Folks:...
God Gives Us an A
A couple of years ago, I had a student who spent quite a few free periods hanging out in my office. One day, he...
People Who Canât Stand Me
I was griping to a friend about a person who just didn't seem to like me. This guy avoided me when we were in...
Showing Up Messy
One afternoon right before the end of the fall semester, a smiling child came rushing down the school hallway shouting, âMom, I just have...
Josephâs Fiat
Every year, at Christmas Eve Mass, a soloist in our parish sings âJosephâs Songâ by Michael Card. The simple melody conveys a sense of...
Finding God in What Is Tender and Small This Season
In Advent, we await the second coming of Christ, and we also welcome the ways that God breaks into our lives again and again....
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