I’m angry. I want to throw bricks, I want to march in the streets, I want to tear something down with my bare hands. I’m angry because every time another black person is murdered by police, the internet whips itself up into a froth of outrage, and then we go back to caring about other… Read More Why I Don’t Want to Go to Church Tomorrow
Before I even learned what had happened in Orlando, I learned about the candlelight vigil that would be held on my city’s courthouse lawn. I’d been to church that morning, but no one even mentioned what had happened at the Pulse nightclub. The vigil was scheduled for half an hour from when I learned about… Read More Finding God on the Courthouse Lawn
It’s natural—perhaps even biologically sound—to shun the afflicted. In this way, we’re no different than other animals who practice this form of social hygiene. We fear infection from illness, and the disruption that comes with psychological instabilities. Our limited reserves of personal energy — our limited time — is precious. Moreover, we balk at hopelessness.… Read More Our Name is Legion: Or, Sympathy for the Devil
I’ve always wanted to be a mystic. Not of the crystal ball variety, but like Teresa of Ávila, or even Phillip K. Dick. I confessed this to my priest several years ago, and was told we aren’t supposed to long for such things; mystical experiences can be hard to reconcile. They can make you crazy.… Read More Confessions of a Mystic Manqué
Last Friday, I went back to the Orthodox church I’ve all but stopped attending. I’m sort of obsessed with the Virgin Mary; feast days in her honor are hard to resist. Plus, there was going to be a fish dinner. (Every year on the 25th of March, Eastern Christians commemorate Mary’s visitation by the archangel… Read More Why Go To Church?
Unless you’ve been living in a cave, you’ve heard of her. Her book, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up is an international bestseller, and perpetually on request at the library where I work. Last spring, I decided to see what all the fuss was about. I expected an orderly makeup drawer, but reserved some skepticism… Read More It All Started With Marie Kondo
Last night I dreamed I was inside a half-razed cathedral. Parts of the ceiling and walls had been destroyed. Dozens of icons were clustered together at one end of the nave, stoic and forgotten. From a distance they seemed beautiful and valuable. I knew the church was slated for demolition and decided to take some… Read More Jesus, Zombie-Fighter and Prince of Paradox