My Table is Spread: Washing one another's feet -- literally, for dirty feet can't be washed metaphorically -- is exactly what Jesus meant. It is not a philosophical concept.
My Table Is Spread
My Table is Spread: Here is a transcript from a recent informal dialogue meant to help us better understand, "Which one is the priest?"
My Table is Spread: The largest mental health facilities in the country are in our largest cities -- and happen to be jails.
My Table is Spread: On Sept. 4, Jews celebrated the beginning of a new year. For my niece, it marked the beginning of a new life.
My Table is Spread: The Christmas letter author needs a director's eye and a film editor's willingness to leave hours of the story on the cutting-room floor.
My Table is Spread: For the people who have been healed by the intercession of a saint, there is no relief from portrayals of one sort of or another.
My Table is Spread: My sister and I went to see women we love in assisted-living residences. We didn't expect the sense of what is right and wrong with their care.
Just a year after the Sisters of St. Francis of Perpetual Adoration fled the Waldo Canyon fire threatening their mountain convent outside Colorado Springs, Colo., they are home and celebrating. On March 27, Pope Francis recognized a miracle attributed to their founder, Mother Maria Theresia Bonzel, paving the way for her beatification Nov. 10. Her cause marks a series of firsts: Bonzel was one of those named in Francis' first act as pope concerning the causes of saints. The miracle associated with Bonzel is the first Vatican-investigated and -approved miracle in Colorado Springs.
St. Mary's Basilica in Phoenix anchors one end of a treed plaza. The Diocesan Pastoral Center anchors the other. A large, tiled fountain sits in the middle. On the Sunday after the Boston Marathon bombing, my husband and I went to Mass at the pastoral center. As we drove up, we saw signs announcing a Sikh festival. Long tables were set up. The smell of fried chickpeas and grilled naan filled the air. Children climbed on the fountain and played in the water. Men in turbans and women in gauzy saris waved to us, offering cold water and hot food.