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
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.
My Table is Spread: "Water of life" is a church phrase. Farmers don't speak of the water of life, but they know that water is life.
My Table is Spread: Washing one another's feet -- literally, for dirty feet can't be washed metaphorically -- is exactly what Jesus meant. It is not a philosophical concept.
My Table is Spread: Here is a transcript from a recent informal dialogue meant to help us better understand, "Which one is the priest?"