Dear Susan, I have determined that God must be speaking to us through Lin Manuel Miranda. You wrote a moving piece on forgiveness, based on his blockbuster musical, Hamilton. At a retreat I attended this past weekend, the afternoon led off with a talk referencing “Satisfied,” based on a song from the same show. I… Continue reading Retreats Gone “Wild”
Dear Susan, The vultures on the roof greeted us as we pulled up. When we evacuated Houston over a week ago, I was so grateful that we had a place to go, my in-laws’ house in Bastrop, just outside of Austin. My mother-in-law sent me a text to warn me that two vultures had set… Continue reading Shelter From the Storm
Dear Susan, How do I know I had a good Lent this year? Jesus has His head back. Last year, no matter how much Gorilla Glue, I applied, I could not get Jesus back together. This year, it just took one swipe of an old Elmer’s glue stick and some faith, and, once again, He… Continue reading Viva, Cristo Rey!
Dear Anne, I admit I didn’t quite know what to make of the praise singing that started last weekend’s Blessed is She retreat. Being from Virginia and living in Philadelphia, I’m nothing if not traditional and I’d never experienced hymns (much less contemporary worship songs) outside of a church. But what a retreat weekend… Continue reading Blessed is She–Beloved and Chosen
Dear Anne, On a blustery December Saturday, I found myself in the Ukrainian American Hall in Philadelphia, in something akin to the yoga warrior pose, praying the rosary (and praying I didn’t fall over). No, I hadn’t stumbled into an ashram run by a band of 60’s throwback nuns, I was practicing SoulCore, a beautiful combination of exercise and… Continue reading Exercising The Fruits of The Holy Spirit. And My Thighs, Too.