Not Hiding

I like rituals. I like sacraments. Those rituals we think of as being holy. The ones that point us towards God. Baptism. Eucharist. Weddings. Foot-washing. Penance. Ordination. Anointing. Altar prayers. I love it all. Not because I am sure that... Read more →

ordinary saints

“It was a boy,” April says. The woman cries in Jackson’s arms, as they mourn the knowledge that their unborn child has been detected with an incurable disease. Before I can exhale, I start to sob. I bite my lip,... Read more →