Sometimes life presents strange contrasts, like last year when I found myself simultaneously watching The Passion of the Christ (no fan of Mel Gibson here, but the film is an art form) and hearing background radio coverage of the aftermath of Brexit and ongoing presidential race between Trump ...
As we Catholics engage in the Lenten season of penitence, cleansing, and reflection, I want to also cry out in the wilderness. It is time to resist. And when I say resist, I mean resist the darkness, the dehumanizing urges that steal away our proper sight. I mean, resist the subtle seething of ...
God, do what you want with me! That is all that can be said. Here I am, Lord, mourning and weeping in this valley of tears. Send me where you want me to go, to the ones who need me most.
Perhaps the tension between masculine and feminine attributes is more based on our own rocky gender relations in our fallen society than it is on any substantial theological conflict.