The Saturday before Palm Sunday was dreary. It rained on and off all afternoon and was uncharacteristically cold for Houston (in the 50’s). I found myself feeling really sad about the prospect of a Holy Week done virtually due to the stay home orders related to COVID19. Although my parish is doing a great job…
“Spirituality,” when not religious, tends to remain more individualistic. Transformation of the community is a hallmark of religion.
Eventually, finding something to celebrate or be thankful for became an intentional part of each MFM episode. A name for the segment was needed, and like a nick name that just fit, “fucking hooray” it became.
On the eve of Brett Kavanaugh’s confirmation to the Supreme Court I found myself turning to the beginning of a chapter titled “America” from Johnny Marr’s autobiography Set the Boy Free. In remembering touring the U.S. with The Smiths, Marr writes of “…an alternative not only to the music scene… but to the obvious jock…
As a matter of spiritual discipline, the moment of judgment calls for a pause and openness to additional questions.
It’s a broken world, and the hosts of My Favorite Murder are here to talk about it. What could be more Judeo-Christian than telling stories, violent stories, about the selfishness of humankind one to another?
…the fact of it, when truly experienced, is surprising and life-giving. Here we find a community formed, through work, yes, but understood as born out of passion, a passion with death at its core.
The way the podcast has developed displays several theological themes found in the Jewish and Christian traditions.