I kind of hate confession, but I could also never leave the Church because of it. When I look around the darkening Church, still lit up with flashes of color from the remnants of sun through the stained glass windows, I realize again that this is the seat of transformation. This building that so many are insulted by and run from is where humanity is healed. This is where the worst of the world can find a home and be transformed by mercy. In these doors walked the worst of humanity, and we walk out made radically new. So often the Church is seen as a white washed house full of the perfect, but it is a home for the weak and weary sinner, for the murderer, the adulterer, the thief, the damned - of which I am the foremost.Read More
“Acedia, despair, lukewarmness, all of these things that feel so small can snowball into something big, and before we know it, we’ve turned our back on God,” the words spilled out of my mouth. I said them almost robotically, just spewing information, not connecting to them as they came out slowly. The four young women I teach RCIA to looked on with wide eyes as they began to discover the ways they desperately needed God.
I couldn’t connect with the words, because those words were me.
I was teaching on the first commandment, “I am the LORD your God: you shall not have strange Gods before me.” Man, every time I open that Catechism to teach about commandments I discover a new way that I miss the mark. I discover love, I discover mercy.Read More
No matter where you are on your Lenten journey I encourage you to double down and focus on the commitments you made at the beginning of Lent. If you have held true to your sacrifices this Lent, keep it up! The Lord is surely pleased with your hard work. But, if you’re like me, you’ve fallen a few times on this Lenten journey. Take courage and find strength in your weakness: that means you’re challenging yourself! Let’s not allow our failures to become an excuse to give up entirely. I look to Jesus as my example and I encourage you to do the same.Read More
I could live in sweatpants. I love them. I love their softness. I love how they stretch.
I am a lover of stretchy, beautiful, softness.
I love low-maintenace and raw.
I love comfort. And it tries to keep me from Christ.Read More
In Christ I am smushed up against all those united to Him in Baptism. I think of His Sacred Heart, opened wide as a door, inviting me to dwell within it. But then I notice, it’s not just me in there, all cozy and alone, it’s His whole family. This is my circus, these are my monkeys. Loving them is how I live out Life in Christ.
The catechism takes no prisoners. It leaves no wiggle room for a more comfortable interpretation. If I want to be a morally upright person, I have to love my neighbor.Read More
When I found out I was pregnant, I was mad.
My husband walked across our apartment to read the results of a suspicious One Response pregnancy test. He looked down, smiled, and I burst into tears. Honestly, that was one of the most candid moments of my life - those tears were filled with frustration, relief, joy, but also a touch of resentment.Read More