All throughout these months as the shadows have lengthened, this blessing has been gathering itself making ready preparing for this night. It has practiced walking in the dark traveling with its eyes closed feeling its way by memory by touch, by the pull of the moon even as it wanes. So...
Condemned as a traitor for his opposition to Hitler, Alfred Delp, a Jesuit priest, wrote this piece in a Nazi prison shortly before he was executed in 1945. For all its seriousness, Advent is a time of inner security, because we have received a message from on high. Oh, if it ever happens...
This is the irrational season when love blooms bright and wild. Had Mary been filled with reason there’d have been no room for the child. -Madeleine L’Engle Art by Jon Di Venti, “Immanuel”
Picture this: It’s the wee hours of a chill December morning, and you are a child asleep in your safe, warm bed. You have a pile of blankets pulled up to your chin, with your hands and one foot securely tucked beneath (the other foot is peeking out like some kind of plump, pink...
Happy Birthday, Jesus…and Aunt Martha, and my cousin Dede, and everyone else who was born on this day. The Savior excepted, I think I know what the rest of you birthday babies are thinking: All your gifts are wrapped in Christmas paper, as usual. Most of the family has already whispered...
