“Had I but wings like a dove,
I would fly away and be at rest.
Far away I would flee;
I would lodge in the wilderness.”
This is the temptation, to flee from all that overwhelms.…
…soul is the delicate yet durable cloth woven …
“Had I but wings like a dove,
I would fly away and be at rest.
Far away I would flee;
I would lodge in the wilderness.”
This is the temptation, to flee from all that overwhelms.…

“Beloved: Who among you is wise and understanding?”
James opens up today’s scripture with a question (Jas 3:13-18). My sense is that the term ‘wisdom’ has become one of those words that we throw around in a way that perhaps doesn’t allow us to really consider the true depth of its significance.…

Recently, on a flight from New York to New Orleans, I watched a mother in a seat ahead of me on the plane holding an infant in her arms. Occasionally, the baby would wimper or cry a bit. When this happened, the woman would take the infant in her arms in a soothing rhythm.…
Looking out at the postmodern day landscape, we may be tempted toward hopelessness and despair, and very often we fall directly into the mire of confusion and nihilism that seems to be determined and final. The conflagration of world and national politics, ideologies of colonial domination and marginalization, war, famine, and environmental terrors blaze all around us.…
After many yearning years of hoping to visit the shrine of Our Lady of Guadalupe, this past All Saints Day (November 1st) I was graciously afforded the opportunity. As I approached the new basilica, designed by the architect, Pero Ramirez Vazquez, I was struck by how the structure created both a hospitable and protecting spirit, as if the church itself attracted you into the embrace of its great mother. …