Joshua Whitfield
March 16, 2020
It was inevitable, a question of when and not if.
February 28, 2020
Maybe there just aren’t saints anymore. Maybe there never were.
February 21, 2020
Think with me, please, on the organ and the organist. There’s something to learn.
January 17, 2020
What if, saving our bodies, we destroy our souls?
December 20, 2019
Can we imagine enemies as friends, or an addict who’s finally free? What about your husband, your wife, your own hard heart? Can you imagine these surprisingly new? What about us? Can we imagine ourselves beautifully better, different? Can we conceive it? Is it even sensible to try, to ask these questions of hope?
November 4, 2024
They are the poets that help me—when I have no other way to make sense of it—to feel my way through death: to the love hidden underneath tears, when common words do not help. It’s not that they heal at all—what these poets say—instead, they help me feel. Which is I think the first thing we […]
November 3, 2024
I want to talk about that good and necessary part of our life together as a parish, and that’s about stewardship. I am preaching at most Masses this weekend—mainly because I like preaching but also because this is a really important matter for our life together.
October 6, 2024
Of course, the Lord’s words in today’s gospel are difficult to hear.
September 29, 2024
To be a Christian, to be moral at all: it requires that you have the capacity to see.
September 8, 2024
The passage from Isaiah and the passage from Mark, put together as they are today, mean to tell us something.
September 1, 2024
It’s good to wash your hands; cleanliness is good. To wash your hands engaged in divine worship, that’s good too. The Pharisees here were not altogether wrong; your mother wasn’t wrong when she told you to wash your hands. The disciples didn’t wash their hands. Maybe they should have. I wash my hands before Mass, before […]