Not Only My Feet, Lord…
All of me… Why not take all of me? Are we willing to offer all of ourselves to anyone really? I know there are parts of me that I don’t…
Washing of the Feet
In the time of Jesus, washing feet was a filthy job. It was the lowest job that anyone could have, so low that even some servants would refuse to do…
If I were Peter, I’d be nowhere near the Courtyard
Here’s an old Busted Halo column that I thought I’d share for Holy Thursday: Usually when St. Peter’s denial of Jesus is recounted every Holy Week I find myself feeling…