We all know what the passage of time can do to an attic. It gets crammed full of stuff – most of which we no longer find useful. If not discarded, this stuff begins to spill into our homes and the living space we need for daily life. This usually means it’s time for a yard sale. But did you know that, according to the spiritual masters, the same thing can happen to our hearts?
Category Archives: Living on Grace
Love for Love: When Valentine’s Day Meets Ash Wednesday
Are You Ready to Set the World on Fire?
Are You Ready to Set the World on Fire?
Shore Up Your Spiritual Life in 2018
How to Welcome Emmanuel Like Never Before
He Speaks into Our Silence
I ran into a friend recently, another mom with lots of littles, at an indoor trampoline park. It was a sizzling summer day in Phoenix and we’d both reluctantly shelled out too much money for a few hours of much-needed activity for the kids. Read the rest…
New Every Morning
It is a new calendar year, with new resolutions and new ambitious goals. We crack open delightfully empty new planners, begin hopeful new journals, form resolute new budgets, buy new gym memberships, and have jogging shorts with the tags still on. Read the rest…
Advent: Hushing our Hurried Hearts
Now that we’ve got Thanksgiving under our (slightly loosened) belts, it’s time to turn our attention to something – new. While to our worldly senses, the year is winding down with a celebratory month of shopping, singing, decorating, and baking, our liturgical year has really – very quietly – just begun. Read the rest…
Heaven Begins Now: Elizabeth of the Trinity
Next month the Catholic galaxy will become a little brighter as the Church receives a new cluster of saints. Among the holy handful will be just one woman, a French Carmelite considered by Pope Saint John Paul II to be one the most influential mystics of his life.
Blessed Elizabeth of the Trinity was born as Elizabeth Catez, “Sabeth” to her friends, in 1880. She was a hot-tempered child with sometimes “furious eyes” whose father died while she was young, forcing her mother to move Sabeth and her younger sister from their home in Dijon to a smaller second-story flat. From her window, little Sabeth could look down into the garden of the Carmelite convent. Read the rest…