Nudged

It’s Pentecost.  The day when we celebrate the birth of the church — fully blown and ecstatic to the point of drunkenness on the  gift of the Holy Spirit firing us up into action.   A day… Read More

Sand Whore

Something changed in me as I witnessed the same people who stood on line day after day for socks or tiny bottles of shampoo – willingly stand in line again and without any shame or embarrassment that I could see, reverence the sign of salvation.
I wanted what they had.
When I returned the next night for Easter Vigil, I knew I wanted to receive the bread of Heaven and the cup of salvation.
I knew I would have to come to the Cross first.

Stories for the Journey: Julie Booth (JB)

Reblogged from Broken But Not Divided: We gathered after Mass on February 17 for our Lenten retreat based on story telling. Jeremy Marks and myself each told stories from our lives that opened… Read More

Praise and the Gift of Sausage Curls

I am skeptical about these sausage curls unwinding from the hot iron. They ring my head and conjure up Shirley Temple or that horrible Nellie Oleson who tormented good little Laura and Mary… Read More

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