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    I have always loved the harvest moon. In my two-stoplight hometown, it was always a big event. The rising of this enormous, orange moon heralded the last days to harvest all of the crops that needed to be brought...
    On errands, during a clear Seattle afternoon, I look out my car window to see an East African mother carrying groceries home with four children, all under ten. The mother wears a long, dark wrapper dress and holds the...
    Many saints experienced a crisis of faith at some point during their lives. Rather than shy away from the pain, they embraced it. This stage is the one you probably find yourself in now. Can you find your way...
    Remembering what my own eyes have seen is a practice in gratefulness. My own eyes have seen good people beyond counting and blessings without number. My eyes have seen the birth of my children and the passing of my...
    Sing aloud, O daughter Zion; shout, O Israel! Rejoice and exult with all your heart, O daughter Jerusalem! The LORD has taken away the judgments against you, he has turned away your enemies. The king of Israel, the LORD, is in your midst; you shall fear...
    What might an Ignatian approach to hope look like, especially in days that may feel turbulent? Ignatian hope is at root a Christian hope: Christians affirm in the Creed our belief in bodily resurrection and in eternal life. God...
    In honor of the October 18 feast of St. Luke, let’s listen in to an imagined story by the evangelist. It started with Mary. I first met her during a trip with Paul, who I first joined in Troas; we...
    I was standing in the parking lot of Campion Hall at Seattle University, my eyes welling with tears that I refused to let fall and a lump in my throat that I forced myself to swallow. It was the...
    Having faith and hope seems almost absurd in times like these. The brokenness, darkness, and suffering of our world are in plain sight. Uncertainty looms and lurks around us. Fear rears its head way too easily. I hear the cries...
    The loud clang, clang, clang of the church bells resounding across the quad combined with the incessant chatter of excited kids running out of classrooms, looking for either their family cars in the carpool lane or their parents waiting...

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