“Who Dat Saint?” St. Sebastian
I love being Protestant but there are certain things about me that make me wish I was Catholic. I love overly ornate churches and religious pomp. I enjoy the feeling of a rosary in my hands. Men in tall, funny hats always put a smile on my face. I already confess everything anyway; how hard would it be to say it to a priest? Plus, nothing beats a good saint story. And from a strictly artistic standpoint, Christian saints/martyrs are easily identifiable, thereby making my life easier when I had to take a test on Renaissance artworks. So I have started a new series that I am calling: “Who dat Saint?” (No disrespect to the wonderful people of New Orleans as I adopt their football team’s catchphrase. I love everything about your town, including the confessing I need to do after visiting it.) Continue reading
The Fast and the (Not So) Furious
Here at Theologee, I am thoroughly fascinated with those people of faith who practice fasting in their religions. I am one of those people who can’t miss a meal without becoming hangry (hungry + angry), so I am impressed with the conviction it takes to fast in order to come closer to God. As the Islamic holy month of Ramadan is upon us, I have decided to explore the many fasting rituals and holidays of different religions- but just after I finish this pizza.
“Another Quarter Pounder sometimes seems like a good idea- but I always regret later. Only in hindsight do we see how God would not let us settle for our well-intentioned but limited desires, but called us- sometimes weeping and kicking- to something more enduring and satisfying.”
– Christopher Ruddy
Tomorrow is Mother’s Day, a day very close to my heart. It is a day when I can proudly proclaim, “Feel free to praise me as the giver and sustainer of life that I am and don’t expect me to cook a damn thing all day!” In honor of mothers, here are four important moms in different religious traditions who managed to keep it all together in a time before parenting books, mothers’ groups, and Google.
From the moment I first laid eyes on him, I was intrigued. Even though he stood still while I gazed at his physique, I could feel his kinetic energy. His graceful arms at once told me to have no fear while they also kept the beat of the music. My eyes moved down to his muscular legs where his feet were stomping on a very tiny person. Wait- what in the what what?!?! Continue reading
I wanted to write something very meaningful for this first day of 2014 but I am sure it wouldn’t be as beautiful and simple as this. I am content in reposting for you to enjoy.
Oh, and happy new year!