For some reason, the Saints seemed so out of reach. It was tough to think that people existed who walked this earth let God fill them so much that there wasn't room for anything else. Meanwhile, I felt so far from that. I lose my patience so easily, and tend to seek my own comfort, and am prone to anxiety and worry about things I can't control. I feared that I'd read something by a Saint and be frightened off...of what, I don't exactly know. But I didn't trust that it would be helpful, at least not for a while.
The Disease of What’s Best for Me There is a disease rampant in our world today. A disease called “What’s Best for Me.” Entertainment programs are filled with tips on how to make our lives better. How to get the best deal. How to make ourselves look good. How to advance in our careers. How … Continue reading Being “Gift” In A “Take” World
When I was growing up in various Protestant churches, and in all the Protestant churches of my adulthood, one of the few symbols on display in each church was an empty cross. Usually inside the sanctuary, front and center. This type of image is familiar to many, but it hasn’t always made the most sense to … Continue reading Embracing The Crucifix
Oh my goodness. As a Protestant, Purgatory was the weirdest. Along with the Mary stuff. I didn't think about Purgatory much, but when I did, I had no idea what Catholics were thinking. I thought Purgatory was some sort of bizarre waiting place, like a really long DMV line. Or a bus route that just … Continue reading Why I Believe In Purgatory
Just when ya think you're in pretty good shape... something comes along and reveals the sin in your own life very clearly. JP made a mistake this week. A very honest mistake. It ended up costing us $100. Which isn't the most money in the world. But, it was enough to provoke a reaction in … Continue reading Laying Down My Rights