And for my next blog, I will try and relate a Broadway musical to my spiritual life. Here it goes. I recently saw the musical "Wicked". The story centers on a young...
The Truth About the Enemy
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Sister Charity Lombardo
Articles by Sister Charity Lombardo
Am I Strong Enough for Circus School?
Fun fact: my dream is to join the circus. Trapeze flying. Aerial acrobatics. That hoop thing they twirl around. The contorting. The tightroping. The fearlessness. The...
Dear Depression
The Goodbye Letters, Part 2. Dear Depression, It was just a couple of years ago when I wrote to your other half, Anxiety. But I know how connected the two of you are, and...
The Whispering Gallery
Trains aren’t the only thing that travel at Grand Central Station. If you ever visit the lower level of the world-famous landmark in New York, you might spot something...
Let Your Faith Fill in the Gaps
“We’re on the brink of an adventure, children, don’t spoil it with too many questions.” Oh, it’s like Mary Poppins was speaking to my soul during her latest big-screen...
God Takes Care of the Birds
Some days I’m not all here. I mean, I’m here. But I’m not here-here. Some days my mind plays this super-fun game where we travel ten, twenty years into the future and worry....
The POWER of Together
Today's article, by Sister Charity Lombardo, is the last installment of the GMBA Camp In series. Be sure to check the calendar below for today's closing event. If I filled a...
Melodies with Meaning: Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus
Here's the next installment of "Melodies with Meaning," where our columnists tell you about some of their favorite spiritual songs. Today, we're hearing from Sister Charity. The...
A Visitor’s Guide to Doubt
Recently I took a trip to a place called Doubt, famous for its confusion, insecurity, and total lack of confidence — a trip sponsored by The Man Downstairs. Reviews of Doubt...
The White Bull
In my first year as a working writer, I learned about a thing called “The White Bull.” It’s what Ernest Hemingway called the blank page staring back at you, waiting to be filled...