Changing the world with egg-cellent words

I suppose it is not a surprise to say that a writer loves words. Thinks words are powerful and important. Spends minutes and hours thinking up just the right way to express feelings and ideas with words. 

Roots of faith mean protecting peasants

Peter Maurin, from the Catholic Worker movement, was known to proudly assert, “I am a peasant. I have roots.” Most would not share Peter’s pride. Thanks to the Middle Ages and Western pop culture’s treatment of it — the word is considered derogatory. That is something that needs to change. 

Helping Catholics grow as people of The Book

People new to, or wishing to grow deeper in faith, often ask me to recommend good Catholic books. The height of understatement is to say coming up with such a list is a daunting challenge in a tradition that, beginning with the Holy Scriptures, has an almost inexhaustible treasury of books.

Helping ourselves by praying to angels

The liturgical calendar turns briefly in late September and early October to the role of angels in salvation. First, there is the Sept. 29 feast of the messengers Gabriel, Raphael and Michael – not celebrated this year because the feast falls on a Sunday – and then the Oct. 2 memorial of guardian angels.

Make prayer a key part of battling bullying

It’s a scene straight out of a horror movie. A 14-year-old girl douses a 15-year-old girl with “liquid from a black canister” and sets the girl on fire, to the shock of students and teachers at Evan Hardy Collegiate in Saskatoon.

Jesus taught by repeating tautologies repeatedly

do not heap up empty phrases.

Matthew 6: 7

I recently emailed someone and assured them that I would provide a brief summary of the meeting we had attended. As soon as I hit send, I thought, isn’t a summary … brief? Indeed, aren’t summaries often called briefs? My daughter regularly claims something is an over-exaggeration. We don’t usually disagree on her main point, but always quarrel about the use of “over.” Isn’t an exaggeration already excessive? How can you over-exaggerate an exaggeration? Tautologies abound. 

Jesus’ burial cloth no longer shrouded in mystery

The Shroud of Turin—venerated as the burial cloth of Jesus for centuries—has been vindicated.  Back in 1988 was big news that the Shroud had been carbon dated and the result was supposedly that the Shroud dated back to only the 1200s and was deemed a medieval fake. The findings were even printed in L’Osservatore Romano, the Vatican’s newspaper. To many, it seemed conclusive (though no good explanation was offered as to how the image got on the cloth). But for many us, the so-called “science” felt off, and we continued to believe in the veracity of the Shroud. 

We’d best remember all sin and fall short

You know something? Nobody is perfect. Now this might come as a great surprise to some of you just as it did to me. 

Put aside politics for incarnational truth

Some of you may remember a folk rock band from BC that was moderately popular in the 1990s named Spirit of the West. One of their hits was titled “Political”. Detailing the sentiments of one looking back on a failed relationship, the chorus queried “Why did everything, every little thing, every little thing between you and me have to be so political?” 

Sending toddlers to school more minus than plus

“We know that we've stolen a year of childhood right around the Western world, the year of five, when our little ones are still supposed to be largely running around outside building sandcastles, and pretending they're unicorns or dragons.” Australian author Maggie Dent spoke these words on Janet Lansbury’s parenting podcast Unruffled. “We stole that year and when we did that, the pressure for you to get your kid ready for school has intensified and yet the capacity for our children to accelerate their development on any level hasn't changed at all.” 

Our hope is Christ’s presence, not reviving the past

In an interview which the historian Frank Linderman recounted, Plenty Coups, traditional chief of the Crow Nation, refused to speak of his life after the destruction of the buffalo. The chief’s story did not include the years between the passing of the buffalo until his death in 1932.