After Hibernation . . .

I just checked the date of my last entry and realized I’ve gone a quarter of a year without blogging, and even longer without posting anything on social media. What’s up with that? Have I been hibernating?

Actually, I’ve been writing, which feels just as delightfully restorative. When I returned from the Ignatian Camino in November, I took some time to ease back into “regular” life. Knowing that my speaking schedule would pick up in February with the beginning of Lent, after the holidays I made a decision: devote January to working on my next book, Finding God Along the Way: Wisdom from the Ignatian Camino for Life at Home.

Hank, the Basset Hound

What a luxury! I spent much of the last month slipping out of bed at 5:30 a.m. to write, giving myself permission to ignore all other tasks until the last of my creative energy was spent. This was particularly satisfying during the five days I dog-sat at my brother’s house; there’s nothing like snuggling up with an eighty-pound basset hound to keep you in one place. (Pictured here: Hank overseeing my progress from the back of the sofa.)

Originally, the subtitle of this new book was going to be “Lessons from the Ignatian Camino for Life at Home.” While I like the pairing of “lessons” and “life” (adoring alliteration as I do), the more I wrote, the less appropriate the subtitle felt. The effects of the Camino are dynamic, continuing to unfold. The word Lessons feels too pat—like I should be tying an instructive bow at the end of every chapter. So I’ve shifted to Wisdom, which feels more open-ended. Here’s how I describe it in the introduction:

The wisdom of the Ignatian Camino is not just for those with the resources to fly to Spain, lace up their boots, and hit the road.  It is everyday wisdom, useful whether or not your life is marked by good health, financial freedom, or job flexibility.  Like all wisdom, it needs to be savored, so I would encourage you not to race through this book to find out “what happened.” 

I’m trying not to race through the book, either. After drafting a few chapters that belong somewhere in the middle (starting there because they were fun to write), I’ve gone back to the beginning, paging through my notes, photos, and reflections to stir my memories. Sometimes I get lost down an internet rabbit hole, looking at maps of the terrain we crossed, or trying to figure out the name of that church / park / village we visited. And yet, this is not a travelogue; despite veering away from the word “lessons,” with every chapter I ask myself what I learned, and how that wisdom is bearing fruit back at home. If it’s not, it’s not worth sharing.

My January hibernation got me almost to the midpoint of Finding God Along the Way, making me optimistic about my (self-imposed) June deadline for a finished first draft. Now that February is here, I still take most mornings to write, but after that I turn my attention to the Lenten programs on my horizon. Allow me to highlight the newest here:

On the weekend of March 10-12, at the Loyola House of Retreats in Morristown NJ, I’ll be co-leading a retreat called “Brother and Sister and Mother to Me: God’s Holy Family is Wider Than We Know.” The idea for this retreat came when Loyola invited presenters to design retreats for the 2023 season around the theme of “family.” My mind immediately went to how many people feel omitted or excluded—for a variety of reasons—when the Church starts using that word, and I knew I wanted to do something for them. For us.

Here’s how my friend and co-presenter Linda Baratte and I are describing the retreat:

A treasured insight in our Catholic tradition is the idea of family as the domestic Church—an honored place where, like the Holy Family, we first learn to love.  But what if our family bears little resemblance to that sacred threesome? We can often feel on the fringe of Church and parish life.  Whatever our family configuration, what would it mean to embrace the radical, wider vision of family that Jesus is inviting us to—with faith, not blood nor history, as our DNA?  In our retreat weekend together, we will explore and celebrate the richness of all the ways God has called us to be family to one another.

Now, that feels worth coming out of hibernation for! If it piques your interest–for yourself or someone you love–check out Loyola’s website for details. And be sure to visit my Speaker page for other Lenten offerings; Ash Wednesday is two weeks from today!

Now, back to Spain (if only in my brain) I go . . .

The Hardest Question

How was the Camino?

This question is both utterly welcome and so hard to answer. Where do I begin? It’s easy to talk about miles and blisters; it’s delightful to describe gorgeous vistas and wonderful companions. However, as I predicted, the essential things all happened on the inside, in the space created by my walking, prayer, and ultimately surrender to the experience.

I was determined to keep track of the outer and inner journey, so after waking up early every morning to get hydrated and caffeinated for the walk ahead, I pulled out my bluetooth keyboard and captured everything I could recall from the previous day. This left me with lots of raw material for my next book (tentatively titled Finding God Along the Way: Lessons from the Ignatian Camino for Life at Home), but it doesn’t help me answer the “how was it” question. It’s too much, just as my photos are too much; I need to cull the impressions down to a shareable size.

I did manage to write five short essays for the Ignatian Volunteer Corps to email to those following our journey. Here are my Reflections from the Road, which capture some of the experience as it was unfolding.

The point of pilgrimage, however, is transformation, and transformation takes time. The true measure of the Camino will be taken after my feet have healed and I am fully integrated back into my “normal” life, not thinking of Spain almost every waking minute. What changes will persist after the drama of the physical journey has subsided? That’s what I’m eager to know, yet only time will tell. For the moment, let me share just two words that I hope will continue to mark this experience: solidarity and indifference.


During one of our group reflections, I shared that I was trying to let the challenges of the Camino connect my heart to people who do hard things every day. Walking across a desert on blistered feet, for example, I tried to hold in prayer all those refugees who make arduous desert crossings without LL Bean hiking poles in hand or a pilgrims’ shelter on the horizon. “So many people’s lives are impossibly hard every day,” I said. “This is just a month, and we volunteered for it.” At that, Fr. Jose cracked up. “Volunteered?” he laughed. “You PAID for this!”

Indeed we did. This exercise in solidarity was imaginative at best, and is valuable only if it is also transformative, keeping me mindful of and compassionate towards those who suffer hardships that my month-long sojourn only hinted at.


How much longer will we be walking uphill? Is it going to rain today? When do we stop for lunch? Will we sleep in private rooms or a bunk room tonight? Is there a washing machine at the next hostel? These and countless other questions popped into our heads and flew out of our mouths all day long, but Fr. Jose kept encouraging us to stay focused on the now. This path. These companions. This moment. This prayer. These smells and sounds and sights and feelings. He was teaching us to unhook our minds from a preoccupation with what might be, so as to be fully present to what was right in front of us, and to welcome with open hearts whatever came our way.

Of course, this was rendered easier by the fact that we had so few choices available to us (other than, in the words of Victor Frankl, the freedom to choose our attitude). Now that we are home and get to decide every blessed thing for ourselves again, it is easy for those superficial wants to clamor for attention. My hope is that I can allow my passing preferences to matter less, so as to be more present to what is, and allow that to call forth, as Ignatius would say, a deeper response to my life in God.

How was the Camino? It was the hardest and best thing I’ve ever done. Yet ultimately, we will know this experience by its fruit, and it’s not even close to harvest time.

Stay tuned!

Fresh pilgrims depart from Loyola.

Journey’s End: Manresa!

Podcast: Teaching Learning Leading K-12

Host Steven Miletto’s mission is to provide resources for K-12 teachers and school administrators, but everyone is welcome to listen in! Join us as we discuss how one can be an educator without ever setting foot in a classroom, what keeps us going when we’re tempted to give up, and the importance of thanking our favorite teachers while we still have the time.

Click the image below to listen on PodBean, or search for Teaching Learning Leading K-12 wherever you get your podcasts.

Listen to Steven Miletto’s interview with Christine Eberle on Teaching Learning Leading K-12

Announcing the Audiobook

I used to be self-conscious about my voice.

Most people cringe when they hear themselves on tape (or its 21st century equivalent); it’s something about how different our voice sounds from inside our own skulls. But I had an additional obstacle: the eighth-grade girl (name blissfully forgotten) who told seventh-grade me that she hated my voice.

What makes a kid say that? (Answer: what makes a kid do anything?)

At a conference a few years ago, I experienced the bookend to that unsolicited insult when a college student approached me after my opening remarks. “I love your voice,” he said–again, unsolicited. “I had a headache when I sat down, but as soon as you started to speak, it lifted.”

Gracious! (I wish my own headaches responded that way; I would talk to myself more often.)

These days, one of the lovely things people say about my books is, “I can just hear you reading them!” That always warms my heart, both because it means they enjoy my voice and because it means I’m writing in my actual voice, not some highfalutin author-speak. (The word “highfalutin,” for example, does not appear in either book.)

Recently, however, someone observed that it must be a different experience for people who know me only through my written words, saying, “They don’t know what they’re missing!”

Enter the audiobook.

While I was waiting for my second book to enter the world, I got busy fulfilling another dream–turning my first one into an audiobook. I transformed my back bedroom into a studio, draping blankets over everything and setting up a small-but-mighty recording device on the dresser. Capturing a good read-through took a week; working through the details of audio-editing took months. But finally, through the diligent labor of Mitch Pados at Juniper Group Media, the dream became a reality!

After uploading the files to Author’s Republic (a centralized distributor), I’m delighted to say that Finding God in Ordinary Time is now available in audiobook form. It’s been picked up by several platforms, including: (support your local bookstore, $11.49)
Overdrive / Libby (Please encourage your library to purchase it!)
Nook (Barnes & Noble, $8.49 or free with subscription) ($9.99 OR free w/free 30-day trial subscription) ($7.95 – $15.95 depending on whether you have a membership)

Note that I didn’t mention the big dogs (Audible/Amazon). Maybe it’s just taking them longer, or maybe they’re miffed that I went with an independent distributor–one more likely to benefit libraries and local bookstores than their own giant coffers. I don’t mind, because it allows me to spread the word about all the other ways people can listen to good books. [Update 7/27/22: The Big Dogs have it now too.]

Speaking of libraries: if you use Overdrive (the library app), it would be a tremendous help if you could recommend this audiobook (and my two e-books) to your library system, so people can read and/or listen free of charge. The digital versions are all there, ready to be borrowed, but the library has to purchase them first–and, dollars being scarce as they are, the library book-buyers need to know that there’s interest.

Bottom line: if you like the idea of being able to listen to me reading you a little story from time to time, then asking a few questions that you can take to prayer, do consider purchasing the audiobook. Each chapter is a separate track that lasts about five minutes; you can listen straight through or skip around as you desire. There’s even a sneak preview of a chapter of Finding God Abiding (the audiobook of which most certainly depends on the success of the first one).

You even can listen to “Finding God in the Cafeteria,” in which I tell the story of how I learned to use my voice.

May Love Abide,

Podcast: This Podcast Will Change Your Life

Six months ago, I enjoyed a long book-marketing strategy session with the fabulous Ben Tanzer, who is–among many MANY other things–my publicist. Since then, Ben has been working behind the scenes: connecting me with several of the podcasts I’ve posted lately, submitting Finding God Abiding for reviews in various places, and doing all kinds of work on my behalf about which I am content to know almost nothing.

Fast forward to the book launch, when I got to have another delightful conversation with Ben for his very own podcast, in which we talk not only about my books, but about the process of writing (which sometimes requires a spreadsheet), our shared love of editing (and being edited), and the importance of building a life (rather than just a career). Ben is very clear, in this interview, that he was not raised religious or spiritual, so sometimes we have to do a little translating for one another (like when he referred to FGA as “a book of essays”–a term which had never occured to me).

This podcast may or may not change your life, but it should be clear how much Ben and I enjoy and appreciate each other. Click his photo below to listen in!

Ben Tanzer: Teacher | Storyteller | Coach | Podcaster | Principal, HEFT Creative Strategies | Lover of All Things Book, Run, Gin & Street Art

Podcast: AMDG

I absolutely loved my conversation with Eric Clayton. On the AMDG podcast, Jesuits and friends come together to look at the world through Ignatian eyes, always striving to live Ad Maiorem Dei Gloriam: For the Greater Glory of God. I’m delighted to share it with you on the eve of the publication of Finding God Abiding.

The Deputy Director of Communications for the Jesuit Conference of Canada and the United States, Eric is the author of a wonderful new book called Cannonball Moments: Telling Your Story, Deepening Your Faith. In addition to guest hosting the AMDG podcast, Eric sends weekly email with stories and reflections on finding God in everyday life. It is consistently good; consider subscribing!

We had such fun talking about our approach to Ignatian storytelling: how to identify the stories in our lives that point to the presence of God and then share those stories for others’ benefit. We also compared notes on our beloved grandmothers and explored the notion of service immersion experiences as “working pilgrimages.”

Click the image below to listen and enjoy!

Click on the image (by VIJAYBBN MACWAN from Pixabay) to listen to the AMDG Podcast.

Podcast: Betterism

Host Glen Binger’s motto is “Docendo discimus,” a Latin proverb that means “By teaching, we learn.” In this interview, we discuss the inner work behind writing/editing, the value of solitude, and how to embrace mindful moments in our day-to-day lives.

Click the image below to listen on Anchor, or search for Betterism wherever you get your podcats.


Listen to Glen Binger’s interview with Christine Eberle interview on “Betterism.”

A Very Unusual Request

Many of you have heard the story of how this shy English major got involved in Campus Ministry. At the beginning of my sophomore year in college, my advisor introduced me to Jim Karustis, the editor of the literary magazine, who also happened to be on the SEARCH retreat team. Boom. Life changed.

I tell the story of that pivotal encounter in Chapter Nine of Finding God Abiding, entitled “Finding God for All the Wrong Reasons.” I’ll share the chapter below as a little sneak peek in advance of Tuesday’s publication, but first, an unexpected addendum and a very unusual request.

My favorite bit in the chapter is this: “No, if you’re wondering: girl met boy, but girl didn’t even come close to getting boy. Jim was already dating the love of his life and is married to her still.”

This week, I learned that Jim’s beloved wife is in kidney failure. Cindy (Lucinda)–a vibrant, cheerful soul, adored by her husband and their two daughters, Anjali and Simone–needs a kidney transplant if she is to live to become the feisty Italian grandmother she was born to be. The Karustis family is searching for a living donor to save Cindy’s life.

When Jim reached out to ask if I would consider being that living donor, my reluctance and slate of excuses saddened me, in a way I’ll probably be praying about for some time. But I know that there are many good and generous people out there who might have a different initial reaction. If you would consider this life-saving gift, visit Penn Medicine’s Living Donor Program to learn more. (For example, did you know that donating a kidney through the Penn transplant service guarantees a top-of-the-waiting-list slot if you OR one of the five people closest to you should need a kidney one day?) You can also go straight to their donor screening site to see if you might be a match. Key info: the woman in need is Lucinda Karustis, DOB 2/25/63, YES on dialysis and YES in the Penn Transplant system. Kindly share this info widely; you never know who will prove to be an angel in disguise.

SEARCH Retreat, Christine & Cindy, Fall 1984
Cindy & Jim’s First Dance, July 16, 1988
Karustis Family, Easter 2022

Finding God for All the Wrong Reasons

For surely I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for your welfare and not for harm, to give you a future with hope. — Jeremiah 29:11

            Despite wondering about a religious vocation at the end of eighth grade, nothing about my teenage years suggested a career in ministry. In high school, I didn’t join the community service corps, sing in the choir, or serve as a chapel aide like some of my friends. All I ever wanted to do was read and write. I chose English as my college major, hoping that editing books by day and crafting them by night could leverage my two loves into one modest income—at least until I published my first bestselling novel.

            Unfortunately, my freshman year was fairly miserable. I was an introverted commuter, working part-time at a bakery and driving my little brother to nursery school each day so I could have the car. I didn’t join any activities or make a single friend.

            At the beginning of sophomore year, however, I was chatting with my advisor outside his office when the editor of the literary magazine walked by. “You two should know each other,” Dr. Gilman said, so I exchanged pleasantries with a dreamy-looking senior named Jim. A few days later, I spotted Jim outside the cafeteria, working the sign-up table for a weekend getaway in beautiful Cape May, New Jersey. He was dashing. I loved the shore. And oh, by the way, it was a religious retreat. Motivated by those three things—in that order—I registered on the spot.

            No, if you’re wondering: girl met boy, but girl didn’t even come close to getting boy. Jim was already dating the love of his life and is married to her still. Cheesy as it sounds, however, that retreat changed my life. It introduced me to campus ministry, plunged me into a community of like-minded friends, and began to transform my understanding of faith. As a junior, I began double-majoring in theology. By senior year, I was researching graduate schools and re-imagining my career trajectory, eventually spending twenty-six years as a campus minister. Writing continued to be an essential component of my work, but in a context more satisfying than I’d ever envisioned.

            In the movie Sliding Doors, Gwyneth Paltrow’s character experiences two dramatically different futures based on the simple happenstance of catching or missing one train. What would my future have held, had a random hallway encounter not drawn me through the doorway to ministry? When I think of that passing crush now, I picture God delightedly plotting how to capture my attention. I’m not suggesting that I was tricked into pursuing a path I never would have chosen, like a striped bass chasing a nice minnow and winding up in a nice lemon garlic sauce instead. It’s just that I’d been following the only road I knew, until an attractive stranger (sent by God, I believe) turned my head and set me off in a in a new direction.

            If we believe that God created us, it makes sense that God would know how best to lead us toward our true vocation—a full and fulfilling life. In order to get us to bite, however, God may have to lure us with a tasty morsel or two. This is not trickery and deceit, but simply a manifestation of love from the One who knows us far better than we know ourselves.

            Did you get where you are today by any curious twists or turns? What first lured you in that direction? Smile at the loving cleverness of our God, whose handiwork is most often visible in retrospect.

Which is Your Favorite?

I’m a big fan of a strong first sentence. Most people (or at least most English majors) can quote the opening of Pride and Prejudice: “It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.” From college, I still recall Dr. Gilman’s comparison of one of Henry James’ ponderous opening sentences with that of Edith Wharton’s House of Mirth, which reads simply: “Selden paused in surprise.” In this century, we have the incomparable Ann Patchett, whose Commonwealth begins: “The christening party took a turn when Albert Cousins arrived with gin.” Draws you right in, doesn’t it?

In my books, I try to start each chapter with something short and punchy. (With a word-count target of 600, I don’t have time to ease into the topic!) So, with one week to go until Finding God Abiding comes into the world, I thought we’d have a little fun. Here are the twenty-eight opening lines. Which is your favorite? What piques your interest? If you were to read a chapter on the basis of the first sentence alone, which would it be?

I’d love to hear your responses! Leave a reply below. (And, you know, get yourself a copy so you can see how it ends.)

May Love Abide,

  1. Reading was not Christopher’s thing.
  2. I’ve been a dogged journal-keeper for most of my adult life.
  3. “How can I feel so miserably poor and embarrassingly rich at the same time?”
  4. “There’s no reason for them to blow that siren anymore,” my neighbor insisted.
  5. I recall almost nothing about the conference.
  6. “It’s Teeny-Weeny String Beanie!”
  7. The summer I turned five, I went on my first extended-family vacation to Wildwood.
  8. “Oh, rats! I think I’m supposed to be a nun.”
  9. Despite wondering about a religious vocation at the end of eighth grade, nothing about my teenage years suggested a career in ministry.
  10. A graduate student with a wedding ring was hit by a car on the sidewalk, rushed to the emergency room, and whisked into surgery.
  11. The tantalizing aroma arrested our steps in front of a Greek restaurant on South Street.
  12. When I finally landed the job of my dreams in campus ministry, my joy was quickly tempered.
  13. When I was thirty, after several years of increasing strife between us, my husband took a job on the other side of the globe.
  14. The biggest problem with having unauthorized cats is that you can’t call the landlord.
  15. The dress caught my eye as it waved in the breeze of a summer garage sale.
  16. It was peach season at the Jersey shore.
  17. I had never cut class before.
  18. Liz had no idea how she was going to pay for college.
  19. I was in the car with my brother Stephen’s new boyfriend, John.
  20. The dog I love most in the world just turned seven.
  21. When I was little, my grandmother taught me how to eat a strawberry.
  22. Hannah could not stop crying.
  23. Mary Ellen had raised six children on her own.
  24. The present that had thrilled my little brother the day before was making him miserable already.
  25. After nearly ten years in my first campus ministry position, I reached a heart-wrenching insight during my summer retreat.
  26. I stood at the water’s edge with my back to the beach, tears streaming down my face.
  27. I flipped on the bathroom light in dismay.
  28. The text from our cousin caught my brother and me completely by surprise.