Franciscan Life
The myth of the self-made person and the true demand of discipleship
A week ago, I sat among a circle of women at the local county jail. The fluorescent lights shined brightly overhead as we discussed Bible…
When Jesus came to the ER
It may have been one of the loneliest moments in my life. I was alone in a small, bare triage room with only an examining…
It’s not our job to change people
Years ago, when I was learning how to be a teacher, some of my motivations were quite idealistic: I want to change the hearts and…
Call for creative communion
I nearly skipped the liturgy. I almost didn’t head out into the cold night. After two full and exhausting days at the Festival of…
Groaning and gratitude
I am wide-awake in a dark hospital room. I survived a gruesome hiking accident that left me bloody and alone in the bottom of a…
Finding St. Francis and choosing to stand on the margins
It was early 2013 and I was fresh from three months of formation with Franciscan Mission Service. I had just arrived in Bolivia, South America,…
We’re standing on holy ground
We arrive at the memorial already soaked. The rain has been pouring down for about an hour, making our one little umbrella woefully insufficient for…
Jesus is way cooler than Spider-Man!
“Why is Jesus cooler than Spider-Man?” asked a seventh grader. His question wasn’t completely out of the blue. He, along with dozens of us spending…
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