Good Friday, Even on the Web

Good Friday, Even on the Web

“Behold the wood of the Cross, on which hung the salvation of the world.” “Come, let us adore.” That invocation and response are sung today, three times, as the Cross is venerated in the Good Friday liturgy. And honestly, the best advice I...
‘L’ Stations of the Cross

‘L’ Stations of the Cross

Doors closing. Please stand clear of the closing doors. Next stop, Jesus falls for the 1st time.  Doors open on the left. Mind the Gap! We love mashups here at TJP.  This latest mashup involves a former co-worker of mine who spent his day riding the the entire ‘L’...
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod

Generations have trod, have trod, have trod

There’s something mystical about feeling the earth beneath your feet. Bonus points if you can arrange for “Chariots of Fire” to be playing as your soundtrack. Simply running isn’t enough anymore.  In order to reconnect with our primal, natural selves, we need to start...
For Whom the Bell Tolls

For Whom the Bell Tolls

Each man’s death diminishes me, For I am involved in mankind. Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee. – John Donne I admit it – I’m a sucker for a good old-fashioned bell tower.  My alma mater, Marquette University, has a beauty...
Neuro-Everything

Neuro-Everything

If some the the hype around neuroscience is correct — we may never pray the same way again. That’s one of the conclusions we might leap to from reports like NPR’s “Is This Your Brain On God?” Some research suggests that there’s a “God spot” in the brain, a region that...
Flaw

Flaw

If you have ever thrown an elbow or slid cleats high. If you ever snapped back or punched first. If you have ever quietly stolen inconsequential things, small pieces of candy from a store, a magazine from a waiting room. If you have wiped your mouth on a dishtowel and...
Shards of Memory, or Where Are You Going and Why?

Shards of Memory, or Where Are You Going and Why?

The summer before my final year of philosophy studies in Chicago I was sent to the far northeastern region of India, to a state called Nagaland.  I was to live at Eden Gardens, a Jesuit run boarding home with about 215 children in a village named Khuzama. I boarded...
A Careful Look at “Nothing”

A Careful Look at “Nothing”

There are all kinds of sayings about the sense of sight, and especially how it can mislead us: “Looks can be deceiving,” “don’t let your eyes fool you,” and “beauty is only skin deep.” These came to mind the other day as I read this post by Richard Krulwich at NPR. It...
Trayvon Martin and Me

Trayvon Martin and Me

I heard about the death of Trayvon Martin a bit late in the game.  By the time I heard about it, all of the deep pain that tragedy and the specter of racial violence can evoke had already combined with the acrimony and vitriol that national news cycles can generate. ...