Frank, if you really want to strike a mark that will mean something in your Papacy do this: De-frock the rotten lot of them.
For so many of us, Easter is not just a religious holiday -- it is a personal celebration and re-commitment. How do we personally experience the resurrection? Every year, as I hear and say "He is risen," I remember that it's not just a theological affirmation, but something I need personally.
I love Easter! Spring has finally sprung, with sweet smells in the air, and sweet treats for us to savor. Here are my latest favorite things.
Cadbury Creme Eggs, Peeps, Robin's Eggs: We love you. But you pack quite the caloric punch. Figure out what it'll take to burn off those Easter season indulgences before you hit the candy aisle.
So, what can the story of Jesus's crucifixion, as recorded in the Gospels almost 2,000 years ago, teach us about our own lives?
If you walk down Boylston Street today, it would seem as if nothing has changed. And yet, everything has. The memory is stained, embedded, and forever lurking in our collective consciousness. One year later, I find myself having fewer answers and asking more questions.
I heard myself say the words and take part in this ritual and it made me physically sick. I couldn't believe that this was the liturgy that this kind, little church had been using for the past decades, maybe longer.
What is this death? The Cross returns to us again and again in our lives. When we bear witness to the child or the teen shot dead because of the wrong time, or the wrong place, or the wrong color, or the wrong class.
While the physical ramifications of allergen ingestion rate are high on many affected children's fear scales, the social challenges of food allergies can be even more daunting.
Some years ago, during a visit to Jerusalem, I went to visit the Church of the Holy Sepulcher, reputed to be on the place of Jesus' tomb. I was rather underwhelmed, and wondered where Jesus really was amid all of the tourists and souvenirs.
The dwindling Palestinian Christian population celebrated Palm Sunday in Jerusalem, Bethlehem and even in Gaza. Eastern and Western Christian calendars were united this year, bringing larger numbers to the celebrations than usual.
I was impressed by the attainments of the Chicago students and I believe they, too, were affected by learning something new. It was a good day in a Chicago public school.
The Kingdom is Within It's Holy Week again, that annual time when some of us struggle with the "orthodox" account of the Passion. How is it morally ...
So I've become the "Peeps Lady." Friends and acquaintances send me images of marshmallow bunnies and chicks dressed as bikers, in police lineups and ...
I tentatively pushed opened the heavy wooden door of Tuštanj Castle and peeked inside. An open air courtyard lay in front of me, enclosed by a gra...
For a liturgical moment, then, last Sunday I was invited to be present to and not try to rush through the most devastating of place's in grief's landscape.