Tag Archives: Stacy
Communion at the Everflowing Fountain. Not My Camino, Chp 18.
Church after church we entered, sometimes together, sometimes she went in alone. There may have been one or two that I saw which didn’t, but only because she was already in a church. Continue reading
Caminante, no hay camino . . . se hace el camino al andar
My husband loves me very much, God bless him, and he puts a lot of energy into making me happy. Until he showed me his recent post, I had no idea how much he had dreaded our epic sabbatical trip. … Continue reading
The Trinity as a way to avoid idolatry?
A long time ago I heard a theology professor say, “You can’t talk about the Trinity without committing heresy. You just have to decide what is not negotiable and what heresy you can live with.” In her case, the Incarnation … Continue reading
Taking vacation, or going on vacation?
I struggle with vacations. Not in the way you often hear people talk about it, not in the “I have too much work to do,” “I’m indispensable,” over-functioning kind of way* Whenever I tell people about a vacation—does one “take” … Continue reading
Reading Baptized in Tear Gas and marking the Feast of St. Oscar Romero
I’ve been reading Elle Dowd’s powerful book, Baptized in Tear Gas: From White Moderate to Abolitionist, in preparation for her visit to my campus ministry in a couple of weeks. In her chapter called “Joy as Resistance” she describes her … Continue reading
A Rainbow Connection?
God didn’t need in that moment for me to stop seeing the water vapor transformed into prisms of light and, or even to use it as some kind of lens toward God. Continue reading
Ascension Day: Grief Rather Than Triumph?
I wrote this back on May 15th, but forgot to post it. Here you go: Yesterday was the Feast of the Ascension, the day many Christian churches remember Jesus’ ascent into heaven forty days after the Resurrection. It always falls … Continue reading
A sermon for the Feast of St. Mary Magdalene
Preached Sunday, July 19, 2015 Rockefeller Memorial Chapel, University of Chicago Mary Magdalene. Apostle to the apostles, proclaimer to the proclaimers , the one sent forth to those sent forth. At first it seemed to me that this is perhaps … Continue reading
Never say never
So a middle-aged divorced mother of two, who also happens to be a priest, despairing of ever finding a partner who isn’t freaked out by one of her modifying adjectives, signs up for OKCupid. She goes on a few dates … Continue reading
buddha meets jesus 