The Peace of Broken Things

The Peace of Broken Things

“Despite its beauty, this is a place of brokenness.” So said the guide sheet handed to tourists (like me) upon entering Ely Cathedral – a massive, spectacular Anglican church that rises out of the English countryside some 80 miles north of London. Mine was an...
Away in a Manger: A Complicated Birth

Away in a Manger: A Complicated Birth

I come seeking the child and long to be the person I am when I hold him. I long to feel myself a father, an uncle, a distant cousin, by adoption or by chance, at this point, by any means necessary. I long to feel the bend in my arm and the warmth in my chest as I curl...
‘Tis the Season for Cookies

‘Tis the Season for Cookies

My family always decorated for Christmas the weekend after Thanksgiving, regardless of if it was the first week of Advent or not.  We had an artificial tree so there was no worry of it dying before the big day.  The container of cassette tapes and CDs filled with...
Born in Love: On Advent and Adoption

Born in Love: On Advent and Adoption

There’s a book for everything. Everyone Poops is a seminal tale that comforts children when they start to realize that their bodies produce smelly, tummy-turning gifts for their parents. Other books teach us where our belly buttons are, how bulldozers and cranes rest...
8 Proofs that John the Baptist was the Proto-Hipster

8 Proofs that John the Baptist was the Proto-Hipster

1) He had a very specific taste in natural food. Long before hipsters discovered kale and quinoa from a food truck, John the Baptist was eating locusts and wild honey. 2) J the B followed Christ before it was cool. He was even promoting Jesus back when they were both...
Measuring Change

Measuring Change

When I stop laughing I have to start thinking about leaving. This was my refrain when I first entered the Jesuits. Laughter was a sign of joy, of contentment. If I was laughing — with my brothers, with the people at my ministry sites, with my superiors —...