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

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.

What does the church really teach about this widely misunderstood process, and how does it play out in the lives of ordinary Catholics?

A Reflection for the Tuesday of the Second Week of Advent

‘The Sopranos’ is ultimately about the day when Tony Soprano will not wake up.

The Buttigieg discourse is about sexuality, class, money, work, fatherhood, legislation. But do you know what has not been talked about at all? The mother.

Surrendering bodily vanity is only the beginning of what happens to you when you become a mother.

“Medieval Peasanting” means reminding myself that there once existed Catholics who couldn’t read or write. They said their prayers and did their best to obey the commandments, and when they failed, they repented.

I had to accept that it’s possible that there is no God. Or that there is, but he is a stranger. Instead of choosing to trust the church because trust was where I wanted to be, I deliberately stepped out, off the safety of the shore, into doubt.

Here is a little story about how I left the church, sort of, and then came slouching back home, more or less.