Wheelchair Reflections of Sacred Wonder
What is one human being? A baby is born into the world in the dead of night. The stabled animals nearby barely notice, and the travelers sleeping overhead have absolutely … Continue Reading Light in the Midst of Darkness
Waxen pillars tipped with fire in a ring of evergreen; like our souls, the flames lift higher with our prayers to God unseen. Remember, remember in the bleak of December… Waiting … Continue Reading The Advent Wreath
It’s rare to find hope in the midst of despair, especially as despair seems prevalent everywhere in our day. Teenagers committing suicide, doctors prescribing suicide, mass shootings, and terrorist attacks; … Continue Reading Hope in the Midst of Despair
Do you ever feel like you’re inside out? Or like the world is? This Advent, I’d like to explore the theme of “light in the midst of darkness.” So I … Continue Reading Inside Out: Advent Week One
I had just written to a friend that it was over. The hundreds of books sold in a month, the flurry of interviews on radio and television — all things … Continue Reading Constants & 8 Years of Blogging
In August, I had the privilege and pleasure of pre-reading a book about Blessed Margaret of Castello — excuse me, Saint Margaret of Castello. Through a process I’m calling “What … Continue Reading Books and Veils
There’s thunder and lightning, bombings and gunfire, and I’m abandoned in the dark — horrifically alone. At any moment I could be obliterated, searing explosions invading my mind so I … Continue Reading Through
We all begin in mystery. When I was smaller than the period at the end of this sentence, my life’s story began. All that I cosmically and genetically am was … Continue Reading Unborn
“The best laid plans of Mice and Men often go awry,” so says the poet Robert Burns,[i] with whom I heartily agree. The plan I laid at April’s ending had … Continue Reading The Best Laid Plans: Memoir Update
“The blight’s takin’ her slow, limb by limb,” said the man with the saw, flanneled arms crossed, looking at the pear tree with its hard and gnarled fruit, some naked, … Continue Reading Blighted
It’s that time a year again. Another Labor Day is coming, a time when I have tended, for most of my life, to reflect upon my own reflection, to look … Continue Reading Poster Child
What words cannot tell nor images show… No fragrance, no strain of music, no touch can hold on to what I know… You… You, my Lord… You. With that little … Continue Reading Who You Are
While watching the feats of the athletes in the Tokyo Olympics, this post (from 2017, one of my favorites) seems like a fitting reflection to share again… You have heard … Continue Reading Unknowing Worship
This isn’t working. On the fifth Thursday of July, I was supposed to be giving a progress report on the writing of my latest book. But I really don’t have … Continue Reading Progress on My Memoir
Rooted. A nice way of saying “stuck.” This tree is stuck, it cannot move unless a force shall blow, or chop, it down dead. Never roaming to distant lands, or … Continue Reading Rooted
Does being free mean that we have no guidelines, no limitations, no grounding? But isn’t it the truth that sets us free? The truth is that I can do nothing … Continue Reading Freedom and Fear
Christina Chase