My first memories of the Passion of Christ come not from church, but from listening to the rock opera, Jesus Christ Superstar.
It has been almost two weeks since the WHO declared COVID-19 a pandemic. I don’t know about you, but that seems like a lifetime ago. So much has changed so quickly I’m not sure what to feel at any given point. I woke up a few mornings ago and realized that not knowing what toContinue reading “Prisoners of Hope”
Each year my wife and I attend St. Bartholomew’s three-hour Good Friday service. Each year I wonder how on earth I will sit through three hours of music, extended periods of silent prayer, readings on the seven last words of Christ, and a homily on each. Each year the time disappears.
Each year I try to spend a week in silent retreat. With my travel schedule, that can be a challenge. However, if I attach the retreat to other travel, so that I’m already away from the temptations of the office and the “to do” lists of home, I can sometimes swing it.