In late August, the day before classes started, I went to mass at a monastery in Vilnius, Lithuania. I sat in the back pew, at the very end of a row of girls d...
Bells ring from Jerusalem’s church spires in the evenings. If you stand on tiptoe on the shower ledge of a hotel bathroom and look through the half-open skylig...
Sometimes, I take a longer route home from class just so that I can walk past the north side of Emerson Hall. Engraved in neat lettering above the brick column...
My youngest brother, Elie, has a passion for the Axis & Allies board game. He is now the proud owner of four versions—1914, 1941, D-Day, and the 50th anniv...
Light falls quietly in the cathedral in León, Spain, pooling on the smooth stone ground in deep red and blue and yellow pockets. The ceiling is high and vaulte...
When I was younger, I always loved going to mass with my grandmother. She would sit with my sister and me and show us the stories illuminated by the brilliant ...
Today's Lectionary Reading
In the wooden manger beside my family’s Christmas tree, the empty space between Jesus and Mary has not yet been filled. This year...
Yann Martel’s fictional account of the extraordinary life of Piscine (Pi) Molitor Patel begins in the small Indian town of Pondicherry, when a backpacking writ...
Luke 15:3-7: https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+15&version=NIV
Whenever I have been taught about the parable of the lost sheep, the empha...
Today's Readings
For a long time, I was worried about growing up. It wasn’t that I was afraid, really -- I just knew that I was in danger of losing something t...
