My Preaching

I just read an interesting article, “Boundless Love,” by Alberto Ambrosio, a Dominican here in Istanbul.

Here is the community of Dominicans in Istanbul, Turkey. Dominicans arrived here in 1231 and built St.

I spent the day yesterday reworking the network in the house here in Istanbul. This is something that I do in just about every Dominican house I visit.

Getting a haircut is a very culturally-bound ritual, something I did not know until I started traveling.

Istanbul’s Hagia Sophia.

I made it to Istanbul, a place I have wanted to visit for a long time. The first night I took a walk to Taksim Square, the scene of recent protests.

The Gospel today is  Luke 7:36-8:3, about a woman who washes Jesus' feet with her tears.

Two things I dearly love—hiking and theological debate—come together beautifully when I get the chance to take some time off with Peter Hunter.

I made it to Oxford, England, visiting the brothers here at Blackfriars Hall. I love this community and its great mix of study, prayer and common life. The brothers live together in a charming neogothic shoebox, and while their prayer is a bit more formal than I would care for (they are English, after all), I love the fact that they all show up for it (or mostly, I suppose) and all pitch in to put supper on the table and to do the dishes afterwards. There is something very essentially Dominican here that always challenges me to embrace our life a bit more fully.