Gazing upon crucifixes and murals was a common practice for centuries, especially before personal copies of the Scriptures existed. It might be helpful now to reclaim this practice.
We're surrounded by so much noise on a daily basis. It’s almost as if we’re afraid of the quiet—afraid of sitting alone with ourselves without some sort of distraction.
We’re frequently in a rush--on our way back from somewhere only to be racing off to another destination. Psalm 46 offers us these beautiful words as a salve: “Be still, and know that I am God!”
Our attempts to make up for deficiencies from our childhoods lead to our recurring sins. By the Holy Spirit’s gifts of insight and understanding, we can begin the process of being freed from our slavery to sin.
Of all the national holidays, Thanksgiving bears the most resemblance to the Last Supper. A meal is central to the event, everyone knows each other, and there is darkness amid the joy of gathering.
We have been gifted with the ability to breathe God’s breath. It’s God’s breath in our lungs. In and out, nourishing our bodies. In and out, touching every fiber of our beings.
