As we Catholics engage in the Lenten season of penitence, cleansing, and reflection, I want to also cry out in the wilderness. It is time to resist. And when I say resist, I mean resist the darkness, the dehumanizing urges that steal away our proper sight. I mean, resist the subtle seething of ...
When our heart is broken wide open, there is an invitation to nearly unimaginable receptivity and fantastical courage to inhabit this sort of loving.
God, do what you want with me! That is all that can be said. Here I am, Lord, mourning and weeping in this valley of tears. Send me where you want me to go, to the ones who need me most.
I propose that at these times of fear, rage and disbelief, hold on to the memory of the many who helped you be here today fighting for freedom, liberty and justice.
Suddenly, we feel there is so much at stake. But not everything that has been at stake for our sisters of color or their black brothers and neighbors dying in the streets. Not all that has been at stake for transgender, queer, gay, and lesbian fellow Americans, and not for our immigrant or ...