Columbia Faith & Values Category

The Intent of Advent

Every year around this time, my mom would dig out a calendar and hang it on the wall.  She used the same one, year after year.  It was made of green cloth, and the top half was covered in some sort of colorful Christmas-themed picture. Yet, unlike other yearly agendas, this one only charted the […]

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Branded

I drive down the street and see a sign with golden arches and a jolly, redheaded clown.  Immediately, my mind recalls the last time I chucked a chicken nugget into my mouth.  I remember how my baby girl leapt in the womb when I shoved a fistful of French fries down my esophagus.  And, almost […]

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Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary

“My grandma has a shrine to Mary in her bedroom,” my friend divulged over dinner. His maternal grandmother had been raised Catholic in a Mexican culture, and because of her Catholic roots, she worshiped Mary – or so this friend implied.  I could tell that this man, a passionate follower of Christ, loved his grandmother […]

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There’s Something About Mary

My husband placed his hand gently on my belly, hoping this would be the day he’d feel his first child move.  For weeks, I had bonded with the life inside my womb.  I had felt her tumble and bounce, kick and play. Each thrash of her hand or foot made my heart accelerate. Each flutter […]

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Which Denomination Are You?

Before I knew it, I was in their car, propped in the passenger seat while he drove and she sat silently in the back.  The heat from our bodies filled the car as a stench from somewhere inside us leaked from our pores.  Sweat seeped through my worn t-shirt as I guzzled another gulp from […]

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I Must Confess…

I scooted my chair beneath me to nestle into my assigned fifth grade desk, then pulled two folders from the metal shelving that hung below the desktop and propped them up around me.  Just as I had been instructed. I always tried to do what was instructed. For me, the pang of being in trouble […]

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Treasure Hunter 101

Through the hazy fog of partially-lost memory, I squint to see my past. As the mist gently lifts, I see her – the five-year-old version of myself – walking beside my best childhood friend, Janet Maloney. There we were, like two little ducks, scurrying after Janet’s mother as she led us through two huge, heavy […]

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