Nearly Orthodox, the movie!

My son, Henry asked me last week when I told him my book was coming out soon if I thought it would be made into a movie and I laughed. I guess it’s not completely crazy but it is fairly crazy-ish. In any case, no, it’s not a movie. That was a deliberate attempt to entice you to read the post, I admit it. Sorry. But because the countdown in on for the…

Day Eighteen: Feet

A great sign appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet and a crown of twelve stars on her head. Rev 12:1 In an alcove at St Teresa of Avila Church stood a statue of Mary. She wore blue robes over her white tunic, hands outstretched and smiling serenely. Her head was crowned with a circle of stars and she stood upon a globe, one…

Day Thirteen: Eucharist

Eu·cha·rist Origin late Middle English: from Old French eucariste, based on ecclesiastical Greek eukharistia ‘thanksgiving,’ from Greek eukharistos ‘grateful,’ from eu ‘well’ + kharizesthai‘offer graciously’ (from kharis ‘grace’). I could toss around the word, “transubstantiation” all day long. The word clung to me for years as I wandered from my Catholic upbringing. I can remember key historical dates, some stories of the Saints, major doctrines of the church and the idea of…

Day Six: Glory

Who is the King of Glory How shall we call Him? He is Emmanuel the promised of ages. When I hear the word, “Glory” this old song is what comes to mind first and it’s appropriate, this being the Nativity Fast and all. When I was a kid, we sang “The King of Glory Comes” during Advent for the most part. It felt ancient, almost tribal and it stuck to me somehow. Because the…

Day One: Beards

It’s not cheating for me to post an excerpt from my book, “Nearly Orthodox” (coming soon from Ancient Faith Publishers!) Ok, it’s a little bit cheating but when I read about the prompt from the Preacher’s Institute for today’s topic it jumped into my brain. So, there’s that. ………. The first time I rode a two-wheeled bike it was with my older brother J.D. standing behind me, both hands on the back…

Great Lent…

Great Lent is breathing down my neck. It flashes on my calendar each morning, bold and ready, announcing the start of the new season, this vital bit of what it means to be a follower of Christ. Without Pascha what reason do we have to engage in this constant struggle? Great Lent offers a  keen reminder of this. I welcome it even as I shrink away from the calendar each morning as…