Sunday, the first of February, was the Feast Day of St. Brigit (aka Brigid) of Kildare. It brought to mind one of my favorite prayers, which I designed as a piece of art. As it happens, Sunday also was the…
All I Want for Christmas Is a Time Machine
“If you could be dropped down in any biblical scene … except for the Resurrection,” I asked, “where would you go?”
On glowing and hiding
Last Sunday was Transfiguration Sunday. The Gospel narrative is likely familiar: Jesus takes some disciples and goes up a mountain to pray. While he is praying, “the appearance of his face changes, and his clothes become dazzling white. Suddenly (the…
the jar is always smaller than the sky.
As a kid growing up in East Tennessee, there were few better ways to enjoy an oppressively sticky late summer evening, than attempting to catch lightnin’ bugs*. (*NOTE: I realize some of you may not be familiar with the colloquialism “lightnin’ bugs,” as…