To begin a discussion on the spiritual life in the middle of 2019 is to open up a can, no, a barrel of worms — and not for the reasons people think.
Do you have a name for it? I looked online and found “Windbag,” “Chatterbox,” and “Know-it-all.”
A devout cowboy loses his beloved Bible out on the range — so the story goes.
When James Frey’s “A Million Little Pieces” appeared in April 2003, it was sold as a memoir in the nonfiction section of the store.
One of the great benefits of growing old(er) is that I have been able to free myself of all the prejudices I harbored as a youth.
The first entry in the second edition of Butler’s Lives of the Saints for February 14 reads: ST VALENTINE, Martyr (c. A.D. 269).
Even if you’ve read the most meagre bit of psychology, you’ve run across the “true self” -“false self” distinction in personality.
There are some people and groups throughout history who were so taken with the birth of Jesus — the Christmas story and all it implies — that they hoped Jesus, after he died, would come a second ti
“Prayer is an aspiration of the heart ... a cry of gratitude and love in the midst of trial as well as joy.”
There’s a subgenre of jokes called “the three wishes,” which you might have heard from time to time.
