Packing for Holy Week

We know how this pilgrimage will end, because we have the guidebook. We’ve been here before.

The Church of Chalk

I fell in love with climbing not because I love coughing up chalk dust (I don’t) and think calloused hands are sexy (I do). It was the people.


The “zig-zagging” is just it though. Life zig-zags. God doesn’t color-code the holds for us, we have to feel around and find them for ourselves. It’s what makes us better climbers and stronger Christians.

Nuns > Olympics

Is it just me, or has everyone else felt like a terrible, lazy human being watching all of the incredible athletes  in the Olympics as they swim, catapult into the air, sweat, leap, paddle, and contort their faces into configurations of pure agony and physical exertion? All the meanwhile, you’re watching this with a chocolate chip cookie…

Coffee, Climbing, and Calling

Ok, I’m going to admit it. I’m scared. From the comfort of my campus coffee shop, my favorite mug full of steaming Italian roast, barefoot in an armchair, I still feel scared. I have no immediate threat, and that is exactly what scares me. You see, I’m caught between an exciting and mysterious time —…