I marvel at the life I live now. My own imagination is too small for the life I’m being asked to live, the life to which God calls me. And I think that this is true for all of us…
Posts in Spirituality
Upset Expectations, Rainstorms, and Hot Lunch
Over my spring break a few weeks ago I accompanied one of Saint Louis University’s outreach trips to the small town of Kermit, West Virginia. We spent a week amidst the scenery and accents of the coal country…
Finding God Through Thick and Thin
“Don’t you know that God is the same everywhere?” the Father asked. “Yes,” the boy answered, “…but I’m not.” I thought of this a few weeks ago, as I sat reading…
Meant to Be: A Vocation Story
In college I wouldn’t have gone anywhere near a site like the Jesuit Post, but then I spent most of my life telling myself that I should have been someone else…
The Exercises: The Ignatian Adventure
It’s slowly been dawning on us here at The Jesuit Post how much we’ve been using the phrase “Spiritual Exercises” without explaining what these exercises are… luckily, Kevin O’Brien’s book can rectify our mistake.
When Scripture Is Disturbing
I doubt that I’m the only one who’s ever been bothered by scripture. In fact, in a backwards sort of way, being bothered by scriptures can actually be a good thing…
Sometimes Magic: The Miracle of Grace
We were on the 110 heading south when we began to notice small white feathers floating outside the car. The traffic came to a crawl, and we gazed up at the towers of downtown L.A. through a cloud of feathers…
The Best Penance Ever
Penance doesn’t make the hurt feelings disappear like my brother Jesuits when it’s time to empty the dishwasher, but it does start the process of getting back into the habits of good relationship, into the habit of enjoying God.
Be Kind…
Word is mean people suck. Watch James Martin, S.J. explain how not to be one of them.
Out of the Mouths of Babes: Why I Love Teaching Teenagers
One of my favorite students (not that teachers have favorites), who can do no wrong in my estimation (not that teachers are partial), floats in late, unphased by his tardiness and starts chatting me up…