I do not have time to go to the church’s rosary for peace in Ukraine, but I go anyway. I have to do something, even though I feel like my small gesture will amount to nothing.

A good rule of thumb for Lent: Be childlike, not childish.

What do my prayers for Ukraine achieve? Is this about convincing God to intervene or softening my own heart so I can suffer with my Ukrainian brothers and sisters?

My formal, reserved church could take a cue from those who pray with raw urgency.

I have more or less settled on the idea that we’re meant to speak to God in our native tongues, and if that means humor, then that’s legitimate. But it’s important for there to be a line.

Dating as a young-adult Catholic in non-pandemic times was hard. Covid-19 isolation made it harder. It also gave me a new perspective.