On June 22-23, I had the privilege of participating in my first faith formation conference as a facilitator. It was a blast! I had students from high-school age to golden years, and their thoughtful questions and comments during our time together was as humbling and informative to me as I hope my courses were for them.
If you are interested in either of these topics, feel free to download the PDF for the course. It is nothing fancy, and they are designed for beginner and beginner-intermediate adult audiences, but is an excellent resource for you to use in your own formation or your particular ministry. If you are short on time, my articles on complementarity and teaching the virtues will help you get your feet wet.
I always welcome feedback, so if there is something more you’d like to see please let me know! I will give you advance warning: the Authentic Love course is a first draft of a larger project that I am partnering with the Diocese of Honolulu on, so expect that course to get a lot bigger, more in-depth, and a lot more fun!
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Moralia Course-Diocese of Honolulu
Over the last two years I stepped away from this baby to do some incredible things. Crazy things. Overwhelming and insanely rewarding things.
And yet, just like that, I find myself called back here.
Today is Good Friday, a day where we must face the fact that if we choose to follow God we will go in some strange and sometimes uncomfortable (to say the least!) directions. But, oh man, what a journey, and what a destination we have to look forward to!
I first came across the term “daughters of Jerusalem” when I began writing a paper for my Moral Theology class a few years ago. The topic of my paper was the Song of Songs; the daughters of Jerusalem make the short list of characters that exist in the story. Their purpose, in a nutshell, is listening to the female protagonist gush about the awesomeness that is her lover, test her convictions, and then gush right along with her. It’s not certain whether the ladies actually met the girl’s lover or the girl’s conviction alone was a veritable force of nature that swayed their opinion. It really doesn’t matter. The point is that the daughters of Jerusalem were witnesses to something worth writing down, worth committing to memory.
Interestingly enough, the exact phrase “daughters of Jerusalem” is not used again until late in the book of Luke. The crowds are howling for Jesus to be crucified and Barabbas to be released; among the mob is a group of women weeping at the injustice playing out before them. Jesus sees them and addresses them: “Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for me, but weep for yourselves and your children” (Lk 23:28). Whereas the daughters from the Old Testament are witnessing a real life version of “The Notebook”, the daughters of Luke’s story are witness to the farthest thing from love: hate.
Everyone, by the fact of being alive, is a witness. We witness beautiful moments and ugly ones. Depending on the circumstances we are the beautiful or ugly moment being witnessed. I’ll be sharing my beautiful and ugly with you, my smart and my stupid. I hope you enjoy, and witness with me once in a while!