Now hear me out. Whenever a new psychological theory is introduced, it always initially sounds preposterous. Children and drunk people seemingly appear to belong to two entirely different categories of people with which to hang out. But after spending some time around both -each of them in different epochs of my life- I’ve observed the…
“I want to start working out,” I told my husband. “I’ve been reading up on asceticism and the desert monks. I definitely think a little discipline and corporal discomfort could be just the boost I need in my spiritual life.” “But your life is fraught with daily frustration and discomfort. Just this morning you had…
I often found myself lying in bed at night in my messy house, with the kids’ school half done, meals that were late (and a few only qualified as meals in the most technical sense of the word) and wondering “where did that whole day go?” Saint Paul said that Our Lord is the god…
After putting a load of laundry on in the basement, I sat down across from my husband at the dining room table. “It looks like a Crate and Barrel down there.” My husband politely put his bookmark in the book he was reading and set it on the table, readying himself to humor me. “Yesterday,…
Matthew 13: 31-32, Mark 4: 30-32, Luke 13: 18-19 And he said, “With what can we compare the kingdom of God, or what parable shall we use for it? It is like a grain of mustard seed, which, when sown upon the ground, is the smallest of all the seeds on earth; yes when…
