I am a fifty-something wife, mom, grandma, and occupational therapist, doing my best, with the help of God-- and a little chocolate--to navigate the uncharted waters of mid-life. And doing it gluten-free.
“ And as Jesus was going up to Jerusalem, he took the twelve disciples aside, and on the way he said to them, “See, we are going up to Jerusalem. And the Son of Man will be delivered over to the chief priests and scribes, and they will condemn him to death and deliver him over to the Gentiles to be mocked and flogged and crucified, and he will be raised on the third day.”” (Matthew 20: 17-19) (Read by Max McLean. Provided by The Listener's Audio Bible.)
"I imagine the truth is that the 20th and 21st centuries' return, especially across Western Christianity, to fixed-hour prayer is simply the soul's way of telling us it's time to eat again. Keeping the hours is a routine and therefore becomes routine. It becomes an unconscious rhythm that encourages the spiritually anorexic to sit awhile and feed." -- Phyllis Tickle, author of The Divine Hours