In most monasteries, as in most marriages, we celebrate our silver and golden anniversaries of final
We can’t cage life. We cannot freeze the present happy day under glass.
It is Mary Magdalene, the evangelist John details, to whom Jesus
“The Kingdom of heaven is within you,” Jesus taught.
“God is the creator of all the earth, caring for all the nations.” --Ps. 47
Once upon a time, an old Hasidic tale teaches us, the local Jewish congregation was very
It doesn’t take a lot of living to realize that life is more than simply a series of highs and lows.
Re-creation, holy leisure, is the mainstay of the contemplative soul, and the theology of Sabbath is its cornerstone.
Religion is meant to be a light, sign, watermark, path. Religion becomes a map to a place that no one has ever been. But the going on is up to me. And the way I go on is my spirituality.
It was a hot and honest session in that meeting of Palestinian and Israeli women in Oslo, Norway.
The Holy Spirit, we are told, is the spirit of Wisdom, of the feminine Sophia, in the Church.
The hard moments of life come when we feel ourselves overwhelmed by a sense of uselessness. We see people around us doing important things, public things, impressive things.
Gerard Manley Hopkins, the great Jesuit poet, said in his poem, “The May Magnificat,” that the reason May is Mary’s month is that it is the season of growth.
Celebrations are the firework moments of life that bring with them a sense of what it means to have become another part of ourselves.
“Never, ever, throw anything in the water,” my father taught me when we were out fishing, pop bottles and sandwich wrappers all over the bottom of the little skiff.