Deformity and Disfigurement
I’m a hunchback. Really. As a two-year-old, I was already showing a hint of the deformity, which has gotten much worse over the years. But, I didn’t always think of … Continue Reading Deformity and Disfigurement
One Year of Blogging – and Still Thankful
We pass many life milestones through the years and, at each one, we tend to not only measure our progress, but also measure ourselves against them. Like me, now, with … Continue Reading One Year of Blogging – and Still Thankful
Limited but Able
Reality Check – In my last Divine Incarnate post, I wrote this: “I wasn’t there when they crucified my Lord, but I am here, now, when the dying are crying … Continue Reading Limited but Able
For the Feast of All Hallows: The Saint Maker
After I had chosen, intellectually, to become a Christian, but way before I had embraced Christ in my heart, a priest told me that I was a saint maker. And … Continue Reading For the Feast of All Hallows: The Saint Maker
Fearfully and Wonderfully
I’m a mess. Physically speaking, I’m a twisted, deformed, atrophied mess. Looking at the severe scoliosis in my own x-ray – the Z shaped spine, near horizontal in the thorax … Continue Reading Fearfully and Wonderfully
Making the Sign of the Cross: an Opening
Living without the use of my arms is… well, odd. Because of my genetic muscle-wasting disease, there are things that I just can’t do anymore. This post is not about … Continue Reading Making the Sign of the Cross: an Opening
In the Midst of Wolves
Do you pray not to be put to the test? I do. I think about the worst situation that I could find myself in and then I wonder… would I … Continue Reading In the Midst of Wolves
The Human Body and First Friday Observation
“I sing the body electric…” One Particular Body Have you ever looked at your fingers? I mean, have you seriously looked at your fingers to really see them? Intricate workings … Continue Reading The Human Body and First Friday Observation
The Caged Bird Sings
The diseased girl in the wheelchair, who is too weak and tired to go to school anymore, stays home and mourns what she cannot have. She is much loved and … Continue Reading The Caged Bird Sings
First Friday and Knowing Love
Margaret, a blind, crippled, deformed dwarf[i] is my choice of facilitator for the First Friday of this month.[ii] One thing that I have always known is that I am loved. … Continue Reading First Friday and Knowing Love
Christina Chase 