In November 2016, I experienced a profound call to return to Christianity, even to the style of Christianity I was born into. Since then that call has led in a specific direction – toward these folks: I’m grateful to have been accepted as a Postulant in the Order of Ecumenical Franciscans. Postulancy means a period … Continue reading What I Want to Be When I Grow Up; or, Coming Out Franciscan
On September 11, 2001, I was in Manhattan. Almost 3,000 people died there. I was moderately inconvenienced. And completely freaked out, but not in a way that mattered compared to the evacuees, the responders, the dead, the bereaved. It triggered some personal upheaval, but all of a philosophical nature. I was busy with work and … Continue reading A Visit with Father Mychal
So this morning I’m sitting in Central Park reading a book about Saint Francis of Assisi, and this little dude comes up to me. He’s wearing battered saffron robes and a hat. (Like this.) I’ve seen his type before and figure he may be about to ask me for a handout. Instead he bows and … Continue reading Spare Change
