The central question is not about who is in, who is out, who is right or who is wrong, but Is there love?
I usually spend a day with the following day’s scripture so that in the evening I have something to share in these FFF posts.
We know, in solidarity with our Muslim sisters and brothers, that our only hope is in God. Our only hope is in God.
I’ve been a part of a few great end-of-year gatherings in recent weeks and there’s always some great conversations
And this is a problem we share. We are all runners – running from God’s love, escaping the relationship in which we are most loved
Then, before sundown that evening, something remarkable happened. We heard the Muslim family of faith in our city, wives and husbands, parents and children of those who had died, speaking of love
Being Christian is not the result of an ethical choice or a lofty idea, but the encounter with an event, a person, which gives life a new horizon and a decisive direction.
The problem of this ‘feeling’ of love, is that if I had to wait for the feeling before I loved, I wouldn’t get around to actually loving very often.
Somewhere we picked up the false idea that highs mean happy and lows mean sad.
Today's first reading is the magnificent hymn of love from St. Paul's first letter to the people of Corinth. I recall once meeting with a couple to prepare their...
And then I started to remember. I remembered places, events, problems and people
slow food and drink with people I love and trust, hours rich with conversation and love
Christianity is not a collection of truths to be believed, of rules to be followed, or of prohibitions.
As a person grows up they want to liberate themselves and become free and adult
God delights in writing straight with the crooked lines of our lives.