Last spring I was asked to allow a priest from Poland, who would be visiting New York in the fall, to study philosophy with me. Though I was not sure why the priest wanted to study with me, almost immediately upon hearing of the request my ego took over and my imagination went to work. 

It seems as though the Holy Spirit moves in strange ways. Or at least the Spirit moves in ways that I don’t completely understand. Often, I find it surprising that events that seem unrelated somehow lead to one another. 

Before the pandemic, every Good Friday some friends and I would view some religious film. The viewing took place in the early evening after many of us had attended the Good Friday liturgy.

I suspect that every person who believes that Christ is the Savior and Redeemer thinks of faith as a wonderful gift from God.

About a year ago I was writing a book. In putting the book together I re-read sections of a philosophy book that I had read more than 45 years ago.

Back in June, we held the funeral liturgy for my closest priest friend, Tom McGloin.

Teaching philosophy for most of my adult life has been a bless- ing and a grace in many ways that I never anticipated when I began teaching. There are several reasons why I consider my role as a teach- er of philosophy a blessing.

Usually I start preparing my Sunday homily by looking over the three readings. All the readings are the inspired word of God and therefore are very special. I believe they have a special power to enlighten us and move us to action.