Friday, Saturday, Sunday: What Time Is It?

  Recently, I was making a mad dash through the campus library, trying to scrounge up enough interesting books before they closed for the evening. My eye caught this title by David S. Cunningham: Friday, Saturday, Sunday: Literary Meditations on Suffering, Death, and New Life. I was drawn to the title because, like Cunningham, I have come to…

Holy Week: the best of times, the strangest of times

Dang it. I’d done it again. I vowed not to, I told myself I’d be smarter this year. But alas… it seems I’m doomed every Holy Monday evening to the same fate. Namely, the fate of slipping quietly into Church and opening my prayer book (smartphone app) to the Bridegroom Matins of Holy Monday. And not realizing until…

The Holy Friday of Christmas? What we remember when Christmas falls on a Sunday

Christmas being on a Sunday this year is kind of messing with my sense of time–I keep thinking it’s holy week. On this last day of the work week (perhaps last working day of 2016), time feels quiet, still and contemplative, like things are winding down. Like we are in the sad but peaceful eye of a storm…