If approached honestly, with a real effort at asceticism, Lent is strenuous, and it is usually at this point that I begin to get a little weary and parched. A couple of weeks are behind us, but there are still several to go, and it is here that we begin to see the liturgical readings about the waters of refreshment.
Author Archives: Sonja Corbitt
I spent the summer after my sophomore year in high school at a state college studying physics, chemistry, boys, and computer science. Looking back, it was a fabulous program and a memorable summer, but at the time I was acutely homesick and called every week to beg my parents to let me come home.
“That’s the silliest thing I ever heard,” I said to my friend when she told us she was thinking of becoming Catholic. At the time we were all non-Catholics meeting weekly in a small group Bible study.
I recognized Martin’s father wound because I have one too, and my father wound caused me to behave in exactly the same ways Martin did.
As a Protestant, I began researching the Reformation under duress of the repeating cycle of division and church splitting I experienced, both as a ministry leader and church member.
“For there is one God and one mediator between God and mankind, the man Christ Jesus” (1 Timothy 2:5).
Until the movie The Passion of the Christ, no one I knew spent as long as two hours and six minutes, straight, contemplating the horror of Good Friday.