If it weren’t for one marvelous thing, one would hardly notice him at all. Characteristic of saints, I hear.
Author Archives: Sonja Corbitt
In the Old Testament tabernacle, a copy of the temple in heaven, the sanctuary was covered with curtains. To the left of the sanctuary entrance was a piece of equipment used to illuminate it, the man-sized gold lampstand. According to…
As a Baptist taking tentative steps toward the Catholic Church, the first theological domino to fall, for me, was two thousand years of consistent, adamant, historical Church teaching on the Eucharist.
When God first began teaching me about suffering, I was a young, non-Catholic, and found the whole subject completely depressing. As a rule, most non-Catholics have no theology of suffering. I, personally, had no handle on the glory of suffering, and using those two words in the same sentence seemed, well, stupid, honestly. I wanted the Gospel to be health and wealth and prosperity.
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.
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.