“He is the most reliable saint,” came out of my mouth in a discussion about St. Anthony of Padua. My friend, Angela, glared at me. I realized that she took my statement as a discredit to the many other great saints.
“He is the most reliable saint,” came out of my mouth in a discussion about St. Anthony of Padua. My friend, Angela, glared at me. I realized that she took my statement as a discredit to the many other great saints.
No matter what our personality types or our missions in life, if we strive to do God’s work, we have to work hard, but play hard, too. Take a break. Go on retreat. Say the rosary. Binge-watch your favorite television program. Do something to nourish yourself.
Whether we are debating bathroom use, the life of a gorilla in a Cincinnati zoo or the right to life of an innocent unborn child, the issue of the true meaning of justice seems to be at the core of much of what we debate. Seeking justice for those who were abused as children seems like a no-brainer, and any law that might advance that cause must be a great thing. . . no? Always read the fine print.
March 26, 1966 – a day I remember as though it were yesterday. A few minutes before 8 a.m., I stood together with several other young men about to be ordained priests in the Church of St. Paul the Apostle in Innsbruck, Austria.
A wonderful, but not very well known event will take place over the next couple of weeks. About 35 young men and women from the Catholic high schools in our diocese will receive the sacrament of confirmation.
More than five years already have passed since Mom, Rose, moved into The Chelsea, an assisted living/nursing home in Central New Jersey.
There was no answer, just a cruel silence. I marked other numbers from other family members and all I heard was more silence.
It was a windy and chilly Sunday morning when faithful members of the Filipino Association of St. Michael’s parish, Flushing, led by Divina Pasion, began their morning rosary prayer in honor of their patron saint, La Naval de Manila, at the doors of the church. They were pilgrims preparing to depart by bus for the National Shrine of Divine Mercy in Stockbridge, Mass.
“What is the Diocese of Brooklyn doing today to protect our children and vulnerable adults?”
If we look around, can’t we all find some opportunity to make a “small dent” in welcoming the stranger?