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...
Making Straight the Crooked

Making Straight the Crooked

My faith has been a little crooked lately. The picture of faith I have hanging in my home office, that is. For weeks now, when I look at it from a certain angle, it’s just not hanging straight.The little red and gold picture is hanging on the wall in front of my...