Even when we dream of ladders to heaven as Jacob did, there’s a gap like the empty space under fire escapes. How do we grab the lowest rung?
At St. Paul Antiochian Orthodox Church, is the Western Rite parish where I’m the Christian Ed director, I led a…
The sunset was so pink and sweet that it hurt my teeth to look at it. My shoulders were hunched…
It’s rare these days for mortals to experience the terror of encountering the unspeakably ancient ones. We tend to relate…
When I speak at conferences and workshops, there’s one question that someone always asks. They pull me over to the…
This spring, we began attending our local Western Rite Orthodox Church, where the Divine Liturgy of St. Gregory is celebrated.…
I was not the first person to hide from God, and I didn’t know that my hiding place was darkened…
At the request of a kind friend and Orthodox priest, I have researched evidence-based practices that help people with ADD…
*(C) is the Roman numeral for one hundred thousand I watched the grass grow the summer I was eight years…
Lazarus was listening for Jesus long before he died. He would hear his friend’s voice on the road of an afternoon and rush to find his sisters.
“Martha, bring the good olives. Mary, set out your finest cheese. I will get the water to wash his feet.”
He listened for the voice on his sickbed, his deathbed, and in the tomb, he listened.