Merry Christmas: the story in the world’s heart

Re-blogged from December 24, 2015. The Holy Family in a creche scene in Greccio, Italy, 2014. Photo by Julia Walsh FSPA There is an ancient story that is our common heartbeat. It speaks to us, deeply, quietly and simply; its whispers are heard in the rhythms of our ordinary lives, in between the rushing activityContinue reading “Merry Christmas: the story in the world’s heart”

Hearts wide open: in the sky, on earth

Happy Feast of St. Clare! The following prose-poetry is dedicated to her. This past Monday I drove north, from Kansas City to La Crosse, through lush fields of green growing up towards the sky. As I moved, my eyes focused on the constant road. It was an all-day drive after a two-month pilgrimage of study,Continue reading “Hearts wide open: in the sky, on earth”

The story in the world’s heart

    There is an ancient story that is our common heartbeat. It speaks to us, deeply, quietly and simply; its whispers are heard in the rhythms of our ordinary lives, in between the rushing activity of our regular days. As we move together and alone, the power of this ancient story is known andContinue reading “The story in the world’s heart”

‘Come and See’: A reflection from Afghanistan

Guest blogger: Jerica Arents “Tell them to come and see who we are.” Almost every Afghan we met said that. Tell them to come and see.  While my mind flashed to nightly news programs that portray all Afghans as dark, bearded men with big guns, ordinary Afghans told me that they want Americans to see themContinue reading “‘Come and See’: A reflection from Afghanistan”