Passing the Peace

Passing the Peace

The oil dripped down from my forehead along the side of my nose. The cross I had been marked with was now running down my face. I wiped it with my hand, a gesture that surely looked like blotting tears to an observer. Perhaps it should have been tears, as the holy oil...

re::LENT::less

It’s Ash Wednesday again, and before 10 a.m. I already had eaten a Three Musketeer Bar. But I’m not giving up chocolate for Lent, so that’s ok. Right? For the next seven weeks, I’ll go on eating meat on Fridays, I will probably slip up and sing...