Adding Faith to the Thanksgiving Menu

Adding Faith to the Thanksgiving Menu

Thanksgiving dinner at my great-aunt’s house was something to behold. My maternal grandfather’s Irish Catholic family was huge – 16 siblings. Aunts, uncles and their children all crammed into the small living room and dining room. The women in the family cackled at...
Our Daily Scare?

Our Daily Scare?

Recently I got one of those nifty, reusable bags from my favorite yoga clothes store, Lululemon. On one side of the bag, it has pictures of those highly athletic people who always smile while running a marathon or look totally Zen while doing an upside down, pretzeled...

Speed Golf? What’s Next … Speed Church?

I’m not the kind of person you’d ever catch wearing golf shorts and gloves, pulling out my nine-iron to tee off on the 7th hole. My fast-moving, often scattered brain can’t imagine spending a Saturday afternoon this way; much less why anyone would sit at home and...

What’s Faith Got to Do with It? Everything.

One Sunday long, long ago, in a town far, far away, I stepped into the pulpit of my home church as a young, starry-eyed seminarian. Even in my youthful naiveté, I realized I would probably cause a bit of a stir that Sunday morning. You see, I had just seen the Michael...