I really like “Gender, Sex, and Other Nonsense,” an essay by Daniel Walden back in the March issue of Commonweal. It’s a beautiful, Catholic piece of writing about transness and self-narratives.
I do not identify as spiritual but not religious. I do think organized religion is the most valuable means of furthering spiritual growth. For me, however, the problem comes in the next step: which religion?
I want to share two of my favorite set prayers. One comes from the Baha’i Faith, and the other is my reinterpretation of it.
About two years ago, I ended up accompanying a friend of mine to the hospital. Once the paramedics showed up, there really wasn’t anything for me to do other than hang around, wait, and pray.
Almost a quarter of a year has gone by since I left my life as a Jesuit volunteer in Peru. I was not prepared for the struggle to define myself in an old and familiar context but now as someone different.
This year, I tried something new as my Lenten practice: conversation office hours. I came across this idea while reading Digital Minimalism by Cal Newport.
If you’re at all interested in kinship, family structures, or intentional community, you’ve gotta check out David Brook’s cover article in The Atlantic titled “The Nuclear Family Was a Mistake.”
As we exist in the space of the Resurrection, how can we notice small revivals in our every day surroundings?
Many of our physical spaces of worship are closed to us during this season of Lent. What can we do to be together in this time of isolation?
New beginnings are hard. Whether we’re talking about a first date or the start of a new project at work or just Mondays in general, the frontier of something new always demands a lot from us.
Play can be a form of resistance in a world that tries to make us serious, hardened, isolated, compliant, productive, and exhausted if only we can remember how to enjoy ourselves and each other.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was in the fitness version of a non-denominational church.
Part of being human is balancing work, leisure, and recreation. For many of us, balancing all of it can be a real challenge.
Once my JV year ended, I found unexpected reinforcements of the prayer that Christ has no hands but mine. Good can be done, if I do something about it with my very hands.
It’s painful to think back on all the people I’ve loved and lost touch with, but it’s important that I do this, that we do this. All these people were important pieces of the social fabric of my life.