Advent: A Sacred Ache

Advent: A Sacred Ache

The baby’s wail rang through the church, reverberating through the air, an audible avalanche.  It shattered the silence after communion with such piercing power I was momentarily stunned.  The mother had already retreated to the back of the building—no doubt...
Wait For It

Wait For It

For the longest time, it looked like absolutely nothing was happening. When St. Joseph’s Catholic Church tragically burned down over a year ago, the land was cleared and left to wait.  Every so often, I’d drive by, the empty space on the parish grounds signaling a...
The God Who Sees Me

The God Who Sees Me

The desert sun burned her face, the hot sand tore at her tired feet.  She staggered toward Egypt, hurt and angry, and, let’s face it, not altogether innocent.  And she had probably never felt more alone. In that moment of quiet desperation, God found her. Her name was...