Many years ago, in a period of my life when I was feeling particularly lonely, dissatisfied with my work, and uncertain about the future, I found myself...
Easter
Liturgy is a river: We come to the same spot many times, yet never enter the same water twice. With the river, it’s because the water’s always in motion; the...
A priest prone, his face to the floor, his arms stretched like broken wings. The chapel silent and expectant. Thorny-voiced Isaiah: “He was despised and...
I don’t usually think of Jesus’ crucifixion when passing the sweets table, but there it was: A big rich dark chocolate cake adorned with white...
When you’re on chemo, the Stations of the Cross take on a whole new meaning. Growing up Catholic in the 1970s, I remember the older women in our parish...
A Polish Catholic would be a basket case without this annual blessing of Easter goodies. My mother is 100 percent polish (with a maiden name ending in “...
By grieving with the Blessed Mother, we comfort all mothers who mourn. In my hometown of San José de Gracia in Jalisco, Mexico, church celebrations...
We kick off the Easter Triduum with a tradition that helps to keep our faith sure-footed. When the church gathers on the night of Holy Thursday, its business...
Those of us in our 60s and beyond remember something like this from our youthful Good Fridays: After what seemed like an eternity of Latin readings (mostly...
The final words of a dying person are precious to those left behind. When time is short, one has a chance to speak only of the most important things—love...
