Penance and Performance: Finding the God Who Already Found Me

My first memory of God was at my private Catholic school, the “Crucifixion.” Kitty-corner to the school sat the church, and we had Mass before school most days, plus church again on Sundays. I remember sitting in the creaky, smelly pews, and being taught by an old, fire-and-brimstone priest. I remember wanting God. Wanting hisContinue reading “Penance and Performance: Finding the God Who Already Found Me”

The Richest Person on Earth (Even If Just for a Day)

A simple Saturday reminded me how much beauty is hidden in the ordinary rhythms of family life. From hand-ground coffee to laughter over silly doorbell ringtones to moments of repair and emotional regulation, our day was full of grace. I ended it feeling like the richest person on earth.