The Church May Be A Whore, But She’s My Mother

Detail of a Diego Rivera mural in the Palacio Nacional in Mexico City Both Dorothy Day and St. Augustine are credited with saying something like, “The Church may be a whore but she’s my mother.” I appreciate the sentiment. Beyond simply decrying the infidelity of the Church, the author was acknowledging a relationship to her,…

Childhood Friendship

I love how kids make friends. It’s so uncomplicated. No posturing. No pretense. Just a drive to satiate that gnawing desire for intimacy and connection with another human your size. A desire that even exists for shy kids. Especially for shy kids. There is a scene out of an unpublished book I’ve written where I…

In Praise of Illness

I was sick last week. It was that cold thing going around. I can’t remember the last time I took off two sick days in a row because of a cold. Usually I’m that guy who comes to work and infects everyone else (sorry, I’ll try to be better about that). It occurred to me…

The Motherhood of the Holy Spirit

12th Century Trinity Fresco on Chapel Ceiling, Urschalling, Upper Bavaria Is. 66:12-13 For this is what the Lord says: “I will extend peace to her like a river,     and the wealth of nations like a flooding stream; you will nurse and be carried on her arm     and dandled on her knees. As a mother comforts her child,     so will I…

Taste Buds and the Proof for God

The Bible mentions worship 254 times in the New International version. It mentions worship 347 times. But the word eat appears 623 times. I love food. I love the look of it, and I love the smell of it. I love the feel of food inside my mouth: The sensation as my molars press down…