Dark Devotional

Art by the fluffy and sheepish Brian Jocks. *****   If you want get to...

Art by the wide-eyed and tearful Brian Jocks. While they were still speaking about this,...

During a lockdown, all of the doors inside and outside of the school are locked....

I have spent the last week thinking about an Easter devotional.  What on earth (or...

The curtain is about to rise on the greatest week of the year for Catholicism....

“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions...

Art by the crimson and reflective Brian Jocks. My sophomore year at Taylor University, a...

In those days, God delivered all these commandments: "I, the LORD, am your God,  who...

Art by the brilliant and transfigurative Brian Jocks.   I do not like Lent. There...

My family recently spent a week in Big Bend National Park in western Texas. As...

A leper came to Jesus and kneeling down begged him and said, "If you wish,...

Art by the sinister and perhaps possessed Brian Jocks. When it was evening, after sunset,...

Art by the fiery and thundering Brian Jocks. “The people were astonished at his teaching,...

Art by the flockin' incredible Brian Jocks. As a lover of good stories, I recognize...

  At that time Samuel was not familiar with the LORD, because the LORD had...

Associate Editor's note: This Dark Devotional was written reflecting on the Feast of Christ the...

  I have always struggled with the Beatitudes. “Blessed are _______ for they will ______.”...

Christmas is complicated. On one hand, the music is familiar, the smells are sweet, the...

As I read and meditated on this Sunday's readings, I couldn't get a question out...

For the past two weeks, I’ve been troubled by Jesus’ admonition to stay awake and...

Where does spirit come from? From God ultimately, of course, but I mean, in the...

The first reading for the First Sunday of Advent (Is 63: 16b-17, 19b; 64:2-7) begins...

“My dishonesty with myself and others hinders the honesty of all humanity, hinders the progress...

  The inarticulate moans came from a closed bedroom door at my elderly cousin’s house...

  White scar like thread runs up and down my wrist, not because I tried...

The Pharisees went off and plotted how they might entrap Jesus in speech. They sent...

“I have only one thing to do and that’s be the wave that I am...

It’s hard to write when you’re hugely distracted by really entertaining friends. The type of...

I love to pray. I love to spend time with God, in silence, in community,...

I feel a little grandiose saying my life is necessary for anyone’s benefit, but the...