I will not say that Call the Midwife has revived my sense of awe at the priesthood and the Catholic life, but it certainly has helped to fan the flames of my heart. Sometimes television stokes my mind. Sometimes it makes me laugh. Rarely does it feed my soul. Call the Midwife does all of these things. It makes me cry big, stupid tears of joy and sorrow.
The good news is that there are so many wonderful and creative ways to do faith formation in the home. Making faith a part of our family doesn’t require that we spend hours sitting in straight-backed chairs while someone reads from the Bible in a monotone voice, nor does it require a divinity degree or encyclopedic knowledge of the Bible on the part of the parents. It does require time, attention, and conversation, as we create habits that help us acknowledge Christ and his presence within our homes.
The highest commendation I can offer is that I plan to re-read it soon to see what I missed the first time.
Among Episcopalians, paper usage is the eighth sacrament, and paper waste the ninth.
Sons of Anarchy is first and foremost a show about what it is like to live in a world without grace, a world where the law reigns and the Gospel is in short supply.
I've got a telenovela addiction. Netflix figured out through its very clever algorithms that I am the biggest sucker ever for period dramas.
Whether one exults in the tender humanity of these poems, or finds in them a fitting lamentation in a season of loss, Spencer Reece’s voice is unique and worth hearing.