The skin I didn’t ask for: Bemoaning my white privilege and the evil of racial violence

I am afraid this blog post is going to be a terrible, tangled mess: sorry about that. But considering the mess this is all about, a jumble might be the best I can give. My thoughts are tangled because so much has been stirring within me since last week when I learned about the killingsContinue reading “The skin I didn’t ask for: Bemoaning my white privilege and the evil of racial violence”

People watching and categories

I have a confession to make. I’ve noticed something about myself while I have been bopping around Chicago the past few days. Here goes: I tend to be really judgmental. There, you have it. What an ugly admission. Let me explain. As I walk down streets, go through crowds and sit at train stations, IContinue reading “People watching and categories”

lent: divorcing our bad habits

I’m going to flip a song over on its head. I want to offer a spiritualization of something that probably was supposed to be completely secular. Lent, by British indie-pop band Autoheart, is totally onto something. I got absorbed into the song’s catchiness the other day, and I naturally found myself thinking about the love ofContinue reading “lent: divorcing our bad habits”

the weirdness of witnessing

It’s not easy living a public life. Sometimes I’d rather be anonymous or just completely unnoticed.  It’s a lot of pressure because those who know that I am a Franciscan sister, a Christian and a modern follower of Jesus are paying attention to my moves.  What type of picture am I painting about what radical ChristianContinue reading “the weirdness of witnessing”