Sorry I didn’t write yesterday, Ash Wednesday and the start of the Lenten season. For the first time, I went to church during the work day. I usually go really early before work or afterwards. This year, I went to Old St. Mary’s on California and Kearny just two blocks up from work. It was
This is the last religious post for the year. I love this prayer, probably my favorite. We pray it every week during Mass and this morning I remembered that I wanted to post it on my blog. Appropriate that it’s the prayer of the Saint that San Francisco is named after. Lord, make me an
I’m not one of those religious freaks who proselytizes about her faith. I mostly keep to myself, very rarely disclosing my religious beliefs and opinions outside of my blog. A couple months ago, through a Burning Man newsletter, I read about a Washington Times photojournalist who wanted to put together a piece on religion at
Happy Easter! What a glorious Easter day. The sun was shining. I drove to Church wearing sunglasses for the 8:30am Easter Mass. Having given up anger for Lent, it’s now time to indulge and be angry, but I’m so happy. Very very happy. This was a reflective Lent for me, leading up to a prayerful
I’m a member of St. Agnes church, and have been since I moved to San Francisco in 1999. This past Sunday, I picked up a letter along with other leaflets at the front of the church before sitting down in my pew. In reading the letter, I realized what a unique place the church is.