I have endless tolerance for boring sermons, weird sermons, silly sermons, scary sermons, tiresome sermons, corny sermons, uninspired sermons, irrelevant sermons, rambling sermons, goofy sermons, and sermons that make me wonder which will come first, the end of the homily or sweet, sweet death. But I don’t complain! Most of the time. I do, however, have a… Continue reading 6 sermons I could do without
In the Gospels, she says, “Do whatever He tells you.” In Medjugorje, she snickers and says, “You do you.” Forty-seven thousand times. Read the rest of my latest for The Catholic Weekly.
If God is so great, eternal and omnipotent and omniscient and all, why the heck does He care about a few ounces of processed animal protein? What difference could it possibly make? What kind of infinite deity even notices stuff like that? And how in the world can you say that God is love if… Continue reading God Almighty in the crumbs
Beep beep. I am here to tell you that, sometime after that seventh time (or maybe after the seventy-times-seventh time) a light bulb will click on in that dopey son’s head. After being rescued without comment one more time after time after time after time, that son is very likely to decide on his own that this… Continue reading The X-Plan for salvation
Next thing he knew, he was lying in a pool of his own blood, and in his ear was the voice of his beloved wife, softly whispering, “How do you reload this damn thing?” Read the rest of my latest at The Catholic Weekly. photo credit: Kaptain Kobold 13/05/2008 (Day 2.134) – Godzilla Family via… Continue reading Daddy is an innocent man
Keeping grudges is such an odd thing to do. No one wants to be angry, resentful, and unhappy, surely, any more than we’d jump at the opportunity to keep a sticky, stinky, snarling vermin in the house for a pet. And yet we do keep it and cherish grudges so ardently, sometimes for decades. Why? Read the rest of my… Continue reading Why do we hold onto grudges?
Where do we go when we as a church are caught persecuting ourselves? How do we respond when the aggressor lives within our walls, and when the criticisms of our church are accurate and true? When the enemy of the faith is a hostile outsider, our course seems clear: we fight back, to defend ourselves… Continue reading The samurai martyr and the sex abuse scandal
You can start over even if you’re not sure God loves you. You can start oven even if you’re not sure He should. And you don’t have to run. You can shamble over resentfully. You can sidle in doubtfully. You can skulk in with fear, doubt, despair, or even rage. As long as you go… Continue reading I so imperfect
Maybe your church is different, but in all my life, I’ve found something to dislike about the music at Mass. When I was little, the freshly post-conciliar church was still struggling in the smothering arms of liturgical silliness, and the music followed suit (a clown suit, to be specific). Then there was the priest who seemed… Continue reading Tell me again why you won’t sing at Mass
We have reason to hope that even those little, innocent ones who never had eyes to see the light of day or the waters of baptism will be welcomed into heaven as well, not smuggled in the pockets of a low-ranking god, but recognised and called by name back home by their Father who made… Continue reading Not lost forever: Miscarriage, grief, and hope