Christ's Holy Saturday descent into hell is all about love, not fire and brimstones.
Jesus' last words point to injustice but also forgiveness.
In order to make it to the celebration of new life, we have to sit with death on Good Friday first.
One Catholic woman felt as if she were carrying a cross through her and her husband's journey through diaconate formation.
Her attempt to resist sweets may have been futile, but an unexpected event taught Kathleen Hockey why we bother with Lent.
It'd be nice to think that reconciliation is between us and God, but sacrament is important to our Catholic faith.
I believe when I first started writing about soup and bread for Lent, I suggested an orzo and pea soup for the second to last week. Having run out of garlic this weekend, I was unable to make the garlicky broth that soup calls for, but having both potatoes and leeks around, I decided to make this one instead.
Whenever this soup comes together, I’m bewildered that such mild ingredients can contribute to such a rich dish. Not counting salt and pepper, there are a mere four ingredients (five, if you count water): the potatoes and leeks of course, butter, and thyme.
Lent is a time to recover our connection to God's creation.
In "Don't be crude," I suggested that those of us in developed nations have an addiction to oil. To overcome this addiction, we might learn from the 12-step programmes that help other addicts: realizing our powerlessness over the problem; seeking a higher power to help overcome our weakness; and taking things “a day at a time” meaning that we should consider how our daily choices have consequences for a warming planet.
Even Jesus didn't want to take the journey he had to take before reaching Easter Sunday.
Remember when a 45-degree day felt like summer? Now, even if the temp climbs to 50 F, I still feel a chill. Someone once said to me that a Chicago spring is more like a battle between winter and summer. Thus far, winter is dominating and is getting me down. To combat weather-related blues, I find a spicy soup the perfect weapon, particularly that of the black bean variety.