The Hope of Advent

I wrote this poem in 2018, imagining the moment when Mary, the mother of Christ, arrived and baby John leapt for joy in his mother's belly. I wrote it long before anyone had ever heard of Covid-19. The world was already in pain, though, grieving death and injustice on the streets and in the courts...

A Spiritual Pandemic

2020 was a year like no other I have ever lived in my now 49 years on this planet. As chaos and fear swept the United States (and the world) I watched men and women I know and love become caught up in countless dangerous philosophies and ungodly practices that have infected the Church more…