A small c catholic: I’ve been intrigued by how both Catholics and Protestants have been engaged by the different (and often similar) ways they’ve experienced Pope Francis.
Global Sisters Report Preview: Awaiting the last two cycles of chemotherapy in the first month of 2016, I find myself in a place that seems to be the womb of God.
Eight centuries before the Magi from the east came bearing gifts to present to Jesus, Micah asked, "With what shall I come before the Lord and bow before God most high? Shall I come with holocausts, with calves a year old? Will the Lord be pleased with thousands of rams, with myriad streams of oil? Shall I give my firstborn for my crime?" (Micah 6:6-7). The prophet gave voice to the desperation of his people, who were overwhelmed by their own sinfulness and shame.
Like much of the country just now, my parish is buried under snow. It is lovely.
The physical beauty of the shimmering clean white cover over everything is stunning. But there is also the spiritual beauty of a big snow fall. It is a universal Sabbath, given to us by God or nature or both.
In 2003 I wrote about the beauty and blessing of snow. It is still true:
"This blanket of snow is a spiritual experience. It is a sign of God's grace and a metaphor for how that grace is experienced."
First of all it is powerful.
NCR Today: So, what about 2016? What might a good, progressive, feminist Catholic hope for? Pray for?
People who attended a recent forum sponsored by the White House ignored the adage not to speak about religion or politics in public. They focused on ending misconceptions around religion.
Preview: This past year Global Sisters Report columnists helped remind us of what is important, which is a blessing in our fast-paced world.
Many Catholics in north Minneapolis know the conversations about race and justice precipitated by Jamar Clark's death have to continue. They say the path to peace starts with listening.
We celebrate the feast of the Holy Family on the first Sunday after Christmas, Dec. 27, just when some toys are already broken, chocolate Santas sit in the clearance bin and Valentine's decorations begin to appear. As we get back to "normal," the church offers us the ideal of Jesus, Mary and Joseph, the Holy Family whose supposed peaceful, loving life might seem further removed from us than we would want to admit.
At 6 p.m. on an unusually mild Christmas Eve, I parked my tan Ford Escort next to Ellen's red one outside a pizza parlor in downtown Syracuse, N.Y.