Lent started Wednesday of this week, and I’m excited to share my Lenten resolutions, The first one is to get well and take the history exam I missed Thursday. I’m also working out law school issues, but beyond the very obvious school hopes, I have a few more things in mind. Continue reading
I left my research with conviction that reason, history, and Scripture all pointed to Catholicism and the Church. I needed to convert, but I knew I couldn’t do that while living at home, so I continued attending church with my grandparents, prayed, and waited for a miracle.
Before I purchased my NRSV, I had been using a hardcover Ignatius Bible. With its bright red cover and gold icons of Christ the Teacher and the Four Evangelists, it was pretty hard to miss. When I pulled it out in class one day, a friend look over and asked, “That’s a Bible?” In the world of Bibles, the Ignatius Bible is a little “odd.” Still, his response has always stuck with me, and prompted me to wonder, “So what is it exactly that makes a Bible?” Continue reading
I haven’t written a post for my class since the first Blogging 101 assignment, but today I’m going to address my “dream reader.” Or rather, I’m going to address my ideal audience, since I have no particular person in mind. I asked myself, “What sort of people do I want to read my blog?” I instantly thought of a pretty amazing Kickstarter project:
I had followed Alice down the rabbit hole. I only wanted to understand, to know what this Catholicism was. It was if there was a force behind it, a nameless something I had to understand. Armed with the power of the internet, I jumped in with both feet. Continue reading
Latin. So stereotypically Catholic, yes? But it is appropriate for today’s Blogging 101 assignment. Starting today, WordPress is hosting a class for us baby bloggers, and I definitely need it. I have no idea how to use categories, tags, or “ping backs.” I do know how I want to use this blog though, and that’s the gist of Monday’s work. Continue reading
My journey to the Catholic Church began in the 11th grade. My incredible, now retired English teacher, whose “disappointed face” still inspires me to double-check the grammar in everything I write, assigned us our yearly research paper. That year, she decided we would each write on a famous English poet of her choosing. By choosing, she meant, “I’m drawing names out of a hat, and no, you can’t trade.” You can almost hear the collective groan, but not from me. Finally, a topic I liked! (Last year we’d written on careers. Boring.) I went home with the name of an old dead British guy I knew nothing about—Gerard Manley Hopkins. Continue reading