We’re into the homestretch now and there is something I find really fascinating about Holy Week. There is more drama in this one week leading…read more
The longer Lent carries on, the more exposed I feel as a Catholic. I don’t mean this in a negative way, it’s simply that certain…read more
Question: My atheist brother refuses to come to my church wedding. I don’t want to create a scene, but should I invite him to the…read more
When we think of the phrase “faith at work,” some conventional images might come to mind: a priest or nun caring for the poor, a…read more
Every year during Lent I try really hard not to eat meat on Fridays, and every year I usually fail at least once. Sometimes it’s…read more
I spent last weekend in Philadelphia at a friend’s house, where a group of my old friends and I convened to catch up on each others’ lives. It was a very 21st century sort of gathering: eight of us live across four states, and the weekend was organized through a combination of text messaging, emails, and Facebook. Somehow, despite confusion of train times and places, we all arrived at my friend’s apartment with enough spare blankets and more than enough food to go around.
The subject of Lent came up when, after a friendly reminder that it was Saturday, there was a sigh of relief that we could all eat chicken and pasta with prosciutto. A few of us in the group are Catholic, to varying degrees, and everyone tries to be adaptable.read more