An online cartoon and Rent both speak about the universal fear of losing one’s dignity. It comes with aging, sickness, and stigma. Who will care for me? Who will love me?
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…
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.
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.
Like dreams in the movie Inception, imaginative prayer can let us make real things hidden in the subsconcious by taking us to a “fantasy” place. Such meditations are not an escape from reality but rather a way to get more in touch with God by processing and revealing stuff about our feelings and experiences.
What’s it about our obsession with clarity and pixel density? HD video helps us hone in on the details, where we can find God.
It had been a while since I had seen The Sound of Music so I was lucky when I got to see a bit of it the other day. It wasn’t long before I saw how much Ignatian spirituality could be found in it.
The two times I’ve seen the movie Hugo, I’ve been touched by a scene in which Hugo is in the train station’s inside clock with his new friend Isabelle looking […]
I recently asked God for the grace to notice God more in life’s little things. I’m reminded of the French film Amélie. Amélie likes to notice “the details that no one else sees”. She cultivates a taste for small pleasures: dipping her hand into sacks of grain… cracking créme brulée […]