"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was...never." Let's be clear: I hate talking about sin -- especially my own. (This is probably normal. If you actually like talking about sin, I'd love to meet you.) But, this year, this Holy Week, I went to confession. For the first time in my life.… Continue reading Contemplations on Confession
*class assignment with the prompt to write two pages on love"What once was hurt, what once was friction, What left a mark no longer stainsBecause Grace makes beauty out of ugly things."- U2, "Grace"Love is patient. So I wait my turn, looking over the stars and skulls that cover the walls. One of the skulls… Continue reading What Left a Mark
(Yes, I do use MLA-style citations in this post. I can't help it. I'm an English major!)The Ragamuffin Gospel by Brennan Manning looks closely at God's grace for all people - for alcoholics, prostitutes, children, sick people, hard-working people, or any other kind of "ragamuffin" in need of some help (which covers all of us,… Continue reading What I’ve Been Reading: The Ragamuffin Gospel
I've been wearing the Greek word for grace on my forearm for 2 months now. I write it with a black ink pen, retracing it almost daily so that it doesn't wash away. For now I'm content, but it may become a tattoo before too long. The picture here is a bit blurry, but you… Continue reading On Grandmas and "Tattoo People"