This station brings up for me, and probably for every parent, all of the deep, continuous fears that we have for our children.  My own daughter is thirteen now, and I don't think I'll ever stop being afraid for her.  Throughout the day little fears grip me, and I pray for her, asking God to … Continue reading Jesus Meets His Afflicted Mother

I wrote this small prayer when I started this project: A Prayer Before Painting May I give up control. May the image be my friend, and speak to me. May it assert itself gently, and sometimes agree to the direction of my hand. May it see me as I, patiently, try to see it. May … Continue reading Jesus Falls for the First Time

I painted the cross small, because I don't think I'm the only one who minimizes hard experiences at their outset.  One way of coping with coming pain is to tell ourselves that it's not going to be that bad.  And when we begin the journey to our own personal crosses, it often really isn't that bad at … Continue reading Jesus Takes Up His Cross

I had an idea for an image of the Holy Spirit, knowing that the very idea of an image of the Holy Spirit was foolish. Of the three persons of the Trinity, the Holy Spirit seems most resistant to description, both in words and images. A dove. A flame. But what else? When we try … Continue reading The Holy Spirit

Since I started thinking about the Holy Spirit I find references to it everywhere. Take, for instance, this quote from Richard Rohr, which I read yesterday: The Holy Spirit is that aspect of God that works largely from within and “secretly,” at “the deepest levels of our desiring,” as so many of the mystics have … Continue reading The Spirit Helps Us in Our Weakness