The deepest beauty of our cities is hidden in the small stories which are tucked like pebbles amidst the rush of cars, joggers, revolving doors, and buses.
Sitting in the quiet of holy mass, a nun dwells in the quiet of worship.
As a Cardinal and an altar server, each devoted to serving the Church in their distinct role, proceed up the aisle of the church, we are reminded of Christ’s call to serve and love the church, together.
Where do you see evidence of the transcendent in your midst? Today author and photographer Rebekah Ann Lamb invites us to see through her sacred lens.
The keeper of the hill, the shelter - who hides us from the storms of the seasons?
The promise of growth, new life, the stretch for sunlight serve as signs of the sacred to come.
Stop on your hurry to somewhere. Encounter this gift of space, this gift of place. Here is where God's glory dwells.
Our dwellings are so often made perfect in their baptized reflection and refraction.
Do you seek the grace in the ordinary? It is there for all who are willing to find it.
Can you feel it? Through the stillness, we watch and wait for the Spirit to join us.
Encounter the sacred at mountain's tip. Bring a piece of God's Withness back down to the valley. We have come to seek His face.
That we would be granted the lens of faith with which to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Amen.