There’s a music minister at my church who loves to say “Yay!” after singing. Something as simple as a proclamation of “yay” not only reminds us that joys can be found in our life, but it reminds us that expression to God can be as simple as one word.
Science tells us that the self, self-awareness, and even free will, may not be real. It’s a construction of the brain. So what’s the point of life if we have no free will or soul? A look at neuroscience, free will, and faith…
Stumptown coffee takes care in the product it produces. It’s a craft. Whether they realise it or not the folks at Stumptown glorify God because all work can glorify God. Is our work done with such attention and care?
When I saw a priest taking out the trash I was reminded that those kind of tasks are part of living an authentic Christ-like life. Why do we have this picture perfect image of priests? Just like us, priests have to take out the trash.
Thursday’s ruling by the Supreme Court which upheld President Obama’s health care law (the Affordable Care Act) created many knee-jerk reactions and divisive responses. I wondered how Jesus might respond to the ruling so I wrote a reflection for Busted Halo.
Life is far from understandable. So how can we find some solace when we find ourselves, once again, saying “I don’t understand!”? Saint Ignatius says we must not surrender just our wills to God but also our understanding.
What good can we find in Catholic guilt—or even guilt in general? Healthy guilt can lead to positive change for the world. Consider the stories we learn of in just one 24-hour news day. If we can imaginatively enter a gospel scene in the Ignatian tradition of prayer where we interact with Jesus and all the characters, can’t we do the same with news stories? And if you feel guilt, ask God what it might be saying to you.
It might as well be Advent because this reading from Luke’s gospel about the birth of John the Baptist is pregnant with two important features that foreshadow the story of Jesus’ birth.
I was at an aquarium the other day and as I was peering into the tanks I saw the oddest of creatures: a purple sea urchin. As I stared at this creature, which by nature of creatures is living, I wondered what its purpose was—Why did God make it? Perhaps its purpose was to remind me of God.