At the height of my recent health hysteria, I realized that I am no way, at all, whatsoever, prepared to deal with a bad outcome. I didn’t even want to pray for help, as though asking God for strength would somehow jinx things or give him the idea to put me through a final trial. … Continue reading hypochondria. part 2. existential dread, suffering, and God.
When I say "passion," I don't mean a love of teaching CCD. I mean "the passion," as in lots of flogging and carrying crosses up the hill. I first volunteered to teach CCD after converting to Catholicism. I thought it would be a great way to share my love of God, and perhaps plant the … Continue reading The Passion of the CCD Teacher