Magnificat has put together a collection of the work I've done for them: Holy Days and Gospel Reflections.
Reflections on Lent, Advent, the Gospel of John, the Gospel of Luke, women of the Bible, Holy Days galore, all set against the backdrop of my humble little life wandering the streets of Silver Lake, going to Mass, and communing with my fellow drunks.
You can buy it HERE.
Here's the Foreword:
"To write for Magnificat is an assignment I didn’t expect and an honor I couldn’t have imagined.
Re-reading these three years’ worth of reflections was an interesting exercise. Often the writing seemed entirely new, as if written by another. Often, though I remembered the passage well, I choked up at my own words—not because the writing was so wonderful, but because in their rough way, the words reflected Christ.
I saw where I could have done better, where the writing and thought were clumsy. Afterwards, I sat at my desk and wept. I thought, They are like a lumpy, misshapen cake made by a child!
That’s not why I wept, though. I wept because they are still a cake. They are a cake and they are a cake that perhaps no-one else could have made. They are the fruit of having lost twenty years of my life to alcoholism, of having come to and finding myself with a law degree, of working as an attorney in Beverly Hills, of realizing I was not born for this. In spite of all my wrong turns, I had not lost my child-like heart. That is the surest sign of the Resurrection I know, and when I met the Christ of the Gospels and quit my job to begin writing, I staked my life to it.
Magnificat took a chance on me and I am profoundly, forever, grateful. “But who am I, that the mother of my Lord should come to me?” Elizabeth asked Mary, and that is very much how I feel: about Christ, about Mary, about the Church that has embraced me. Who am I that you should allow me to appear in your pages? Who am I that I should be given this incredible opportunity to spread the Gospels to the end of the earth.?
I have known for twenty-six year that my sobriety is an astonishing, miraculous gift. After seventeen years in the Church, it is just now beginning to dawn on me that everything is that miraculous, that astonishing, that unmerited. Everything—air, light, life—is that much of a gift."
|THE SUN ALSO RISES OVER MY HOUSE|