Were You There When They Crucified My Lord?


As I contemplate the ‘shroud’ in the front of the church, my mind wonders what those first disciples and followers felt when Jesus was laid in the tomb. What could they have felt as they handled the crown of thorns, the Continue reading “Were You There When They Crucified My Lord?”

The Crucifix My Protestant Father Left Me


Today it’s been a month since I had my last real conversation with my father. Two days later, I spoke to him for the last time just before he was rushed into surgery and we shared “I love you’s” and prayed together. A couple Continue reading “The Crucifix My Protestant Father Left Me”

The Mission That Grows in Beauty


I bowed, made the sign of the Cross and sat in the third pew I watched as tourists marched in clanking the door handles, talking loudly and allowing children to run back and forth, showing no reverence for a Continue reading “The Mission That Grows in Beauty”