At home as a Catholic

Homes are the heart of human existence, shaped from the intertwining of lives over the passage of time.  Homes gratefully enfold the  extraordinary and the mundane, weave meaning into triumphs and  tragedies, shape purpose and establish identity.

Being “at home”  implies both the depth of comfort and the warmth of intimacy.  And of course, at times, being “at home” brings challenge,  demands growth and necessitates change.

All that is part of  a living Catholicism.  This is a small attempt to recall, capture, and share some of those experiences that define what it means to be at home as a Catholic, to celebrate the extraordinary and the mundane, to see what has happened and wonder at the facets of life that bring meaning to existence and purpose to daily choices.

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The spires that towered over our neighborhood were a comfort to me, a reminder that there was something inspirational and strong beyond the daily struggles.  I liked the simplicity of metal crosses against the city skyline and I defined their message: there is something transcendent, something that at its depth unites rather than divides.  The … Continue reading Spires


There she is: 18 months old and tottering into a locker room independently, announcing she is about to swim.  There they are:  the grandma wrapped in a down coat, tiny and dark, with the grandson close to her height grandly pointing out the sights along the road.  There is the couple shuffling down the main … Continue reading Imperfect

Life and faith?

As a Catholic, I am conscious of insitutional weaknesses and failures.  I grasp the horror of it: priests ensconced in scandal, others trapped in addictions and adulterous affairs, and still daring to preach from theoretical and intellectual perspectives.  Childhoods threatened, and no real sense in pursuing patterns or being part of a community that so … Continue reading Life and faith?


Fog hovered furtively over every roadway obscuring the brilliance of Autumn and masking the gifts of morning light. But there were cars in the lot when I got there; the service had started by the time I slipped into a back pew and breathed a sigh of relief. I was surrounded by what is so … Continue reading Prayer

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