Washing His Feet

He limped in off the street, leaning on a wheelchair that had “2nd Floor Pain Clinic” written on the seat. On the back, it just said “PAIN” in large letters. We had just endured twelve days of subzero temperatures in Kansas City, with lows in the negative teens. At Morning Glory Ministries, a social outreach …

Keeping the Vigil

They didn't teach me audio engineering or cinematography when I got my Masters in Theology. Maybe they should have, I thought, as lightning flashed through stain glass windows, the transcendent Exsultet echoing through the empty Cathedral. I was desperately attempting to keep a livestream going through a ramshackle conjunction of cameras, cords, blackboxes and an overheating laptop …

Hide and Seek

One thing that struck me in reading the multitude of resurrection narratives is the fact that Jesus rarely appears to large groups, and to those he does appear to he remains, in some mysterious way, still hidden from view. They either don't recognize him or, when they do, he disappears quickly from their site. And, …

Flowers are Everywhere

It has become a sort of rallying cry: "Flowers are everywhere!" "There's a dandelion growing in the sidewalk!" "There's a purple tulip!" "There's a white and orange one!" Suddenly my son William is obsessed with flowers, pointing out every one he knows, and given that he's grown up in a flower shop, he's fairly adept …