Buddhist statues and Orthodox icons aren't always symmetrical. Neither are we.
The voice contains the power of breath, part divine and part human.
The church of my youth taught me that salvation means having arrived. My Buddhist neighbors showed me otherwise.
As CC books editor, I get to peruse a lot of books. Too bad I can’t review them all.
As the children make their way out the door, trails of leftover communion bread go with them.
Sartre, de Beauvoir, and Camus have something to say about living authentically.
How a blunder in Argentina can teach us today.
As I lifted the chalice, the baby began to play soccer under my ribs.
At first I found the "little flower" insufferable. Then I read her unedited writing.