The Normandy Landing

Dear Editor: As we remember this week the bravery and the ultimate sacrifices that “our boys” made on the Normandy beaches now 75 years ago, there is a definite Catholic “angle” to that story, one about which I don’t think too many Americans are aware.

Distinguished Parishioners

Dear Editor: I was one of the Honorees and it was one of the most exciting and blessed days of my life (“Diocese of Brooklyn Honors Hundreds of “Distinguished Parishioners,” May 4).

Catholic Education

Dear Editor: Thank to Bishop DiMarzio for sharing his reflections (“The ‘Catholic School Difference’,” Put Out Into the Deep, June 8).

Msgr. Bernard Quinn’s Saintly Heart of Love

On the evening of June 18, Bishop Nicholas DiMarzio will be presiding at a vespers in the chapel of Immaculate Conception Center in Douglaston, during which he will accept the findings of the diocesan investigation for the cause of the canonization of Msgr. Bernard John Quinn, who felt more comfortable when he was called “Father.”

The Love of the Most Holy Trinity

by Father Anthony F. RasoLast month, I experienced the first Mothers’ Day of my life as an “orphan.” My father passed away in 1986, and last January, my mother went home to Heaven to join him and her own mother and all of those whom she had loved so dearly in this world. It was surely a happy Mothers’ Day for her.

My Dad’s Silent Tears

by Father Cao Xuan HungWE ALL ARE BORN in debt. I don’t mean owing money. I mean the debt of gratitude to our parents.

Catholics, Muslims Break Bread During Ramadan

by Father Michael J. LynchIn the past, the invitation to a Passover Seder seemed rare, but now these kinds of invitations to Christians to join in the telling of the story of liberation are common. Similarly, the invitations to “Iftar” (the breaking of the fast) are multiplying. In New York City alone this season, there were multiple Iftars on almost every evening of Ramadan, which spanned from May 5 to June 4. Any person of goodwill was welcomed to break the fast at sundown. 

The View From Omaha Beach

Some 75 years ago, my uncle and thousands of other young men, some my age, some even younger, stormed Normandy’s beaches. The barbed-wire frontlines of Hitler’s Third Reich were teeming with landmines waiting to blow, Luftwaffe overhead, waiting to strafe.