Thinking about Good Friday during a pandemic
This year the Solemn Reproaches are speaking to me in a new way.
This year the Solemn Reproaches are speaking to me in a new way.
Loneliness is a public health crisis, too.
My spiritual practices have long been communal ones. I love people—and their presence.
From the expression on the face of the priest at the Maundy Thursday service, I figured foot washing might be his least favorite activity of the church year. His face was wrinkled in what looked like disgust, as if he had just realized anew that this ritual involved actual feet.
They’re in a plastic bag in my closet.