Soul Seeing

This biweekly blog is about seeing God, the world and ourselves with the eye of the soul. It is not about changing the world, but changing the way we see the world. Each column is a spiritual reflection on the beauty that hides behind appearances and the peace that is beyond all understanding.

God is love, and God's face was looking at me for two years

by Marion Amberg

Jun 12, 2018

Soul Seeing: Amy's mind was diseased, but her soul was whole and full of love. When she first saw me, she burst into song. "I love you ... for sentimental reasons."

Grace, human nature and my three homes

by Tom Smith

Jun 5, 2018

Soul Seeing: For a kid, the dark basement was a scary place. When my dad said, "Tom, run downstairs and get my hammer," the operative word was "run."

'Please ... forgive us': the story of my return to the church

by Don Lambert

May 15, 2018

Soul Seeing: My foot caught in the hem of the cassock. The missal and I went sprawling to the floor. The priest stopped the Mass. "I want you to leave and never serve Mass for me again!"

Care for those in need, don't worry about 'credit'

by Mark Redmond

May 1, 2018

Soul Seeing: "What's credit?" Those words have crossed my mind many times in the ensuing decades, whenever I am tempted to seek recognition for something, whenever I feel jealousy over an award or accomplishment earned by a peer, or when I feel resentment.

Columns ›

God is love, and God's face was looking at me for two years

Grace, human nature and my three homes

'Please ... forgive us': the story of my return to the church

Care for those in need, don't worry about 'credit'

The March for Our Lives changed me

Brace yourself: Here is the secret of happiness

Confessions of an 'in-between' Catholic

Shakespeare for your spiritual direction

Know what your duty is, do it without hesitation

The sacrament of touch

For a short while, we were Jackson's family

What I am praying when I say the Lord's Prayer

An 86-year-old priest's 10 resolutions for the New Year

The important thing is to keep planting and not give up

Life is headed somewhere good this Advent

The good that rises when the bottom falls out of life

I know there will always be kindness

I won't pray the rosary the same way again

'Offer it up,' tee off, but don't tell anybody

My parents opened the door to the unmerited gift of grace

Construct no walls around ‘sacred space’

Was I lost and now am found? Who came looking for me?

Walking on water at the community pool

I love the Mass, imperfect as it is

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