My Table is Spread: What we have in common are names and stories and hopes, but first we have to come together.
My Table Is Spread
My Table is Spread: I've had enough of death. I want to spend this season with the opened tomb and Christ's breath-giving life.
My Table is Spread: In his passion, Jesus the rabbi acts on what he has taught others to do.
My Table is Spread: It's been a bloody January in France. I suppose most months are bloody there, as here, but not in a way I notice.
My Table is Spread: In what passes for a liturgical calendar in TV land, we are now in the high holy days: "Downton Abbey" has returned to our screens.
My Table is Spread: Like Moses before him, baby Jesus has been cast into dark waters, while evil stalks the riverbanks, watching and waiting.
My Table is Spread: My bilingual parish is trying to help the English and Spanish speakers meet one another as more than co-tenants.
My Table is Spread: I like to imagine myself one of the faithful of the fourth-century Diocletian persecution, but I know better.
My Table is Spread: By "facts," scientists mean what we can see and touch and measure. What humans have learned about the Creator apparently falls into fiction.
My Table is Spread: God looks like us and we look like God. Which means that all human faces bear the holy features.