Vélez reimagines the Counter-Reformation as a global, collaborative movement, and in doing so opens up forgotten worlds of religious experience. As his stomach ached from the water he drank the day before, he felt a drop of water in his graying hair. Karin Vélez’s study of the cult of the Virgin of Loreto brilliantly encapsulates the current historiography of the Counter-Reformation. Please note that audiobooks and ebooks purchased from this site must be accessed on the Princeton University Press app.

In this exciting and eloquent book, Karin Vélez shows us what it meant to believe that the House of the Virgin Mary flew to its Italian resting place in Loreto—and why priests and lay people worked together to build replicas of it around the Catholic world. Miles off coast and hidden by the rain from the couple, a whale breached from the ocean and then slipped beneath the surface. Neither of them — neither he or she — remembered how they wandered onto the house, whether from the forest or the ocean. Their participation in portaging Mary’s house challenges traditional views of Christianity as a prepackaged European export, and instead suggests that Christianity is the cumulative product of thousands of self-appointed editors. They probably had an anniversary or something (which was not shown in the show) and decided to have a new logo for that?Kansas Reflector is part of States Newsroom, a network of news bureaus supported by grants and a coalition of donors as a 501c(3) public charity. Vélez surveys the efforts of European Jesuits, Slavic migrants, and indigenous peoples in Baja California, Canada, and Peru. To keep it from the hands of Muslim invaders, angels had flown it to Loreto, stopping three times along the way.

Vélez also demonstrates how miracle narratives can be treated seriously as historical sources that preserve traces of real events. Tara Rae Moss on Instagram: "How miraculous to walk to the gym from my house, through these beautiful woods. He also teaches visual journalism and photojournalism at the William Allen White School of Journalism and Mass Communication at the University of Kansas in Lawrence. As she walked into the back door to the house, a cool breeze clapped the screen door closed behind her.

She still remembered, like a familiar myth, the first apple she found in the nearby orchard, which was teeming with peaches and plums, too. As the wind blew, pine needles, still wet with morning dew, would slap the wooden shingles of the roof in a rhythm that sounded like a heartbeat from inside the house.

Today it took just 15 minutes to walk to this beautiful bridge in the woods, on my way to the gymnasium I have joined.In addition to the fire and the leak, the looming blame between the two of them was a third catastrophe for the house.