Divine Spark on Wednesday

Divine Spark on Wednesday

I do not buy those words, sacred and secular, They’ve rent the world in two.   They take the magic from how a speck of dust catches the light Or how the cadence of footfall is poetry. They make too much of church casseroles that do not feed the multitudes. Blind adult...
The Gift of Great Literature

The Gift of Great Literature

Many of us, when charting the timeline of our lives, can point to a moment when a story or poem happened. It happened the way an accident or a record-breaking snowfall happened: it was perhaps expected, perhaps not. One moment we were performing the usual...
Waiting for a Miracle

Waiting for a Miracle

Growing up in the Catholic tradition, I learned Advent was rich with meaning and longing. I remember how the time between the initial Advent mass and Christmas Eve felt like a sacred eternity. One year, I decided I would stick it out and stay up until midnight mass...