By Bill Dodds Sometimes I sense that God is telling me to rest awhile. And I strongly suspect that sometimes that’s what He’s telling you. I’ve come to realize what I need to pay attention to, what I need to remind myself of, is Christ telling the apostles to “come away … and rest awhile” […]
Dorothy Day a saint? Many people, aware of her background, still find it hard to believe – despite a voice vote endorsement of her cause by the entire body of American bishops. How about Dorothy Day as a grandmother? That’s harder still for many others to accept with the image of Day as social activist extraordinaire firmly planted in their minds.
You probably already know that Pope Francis will be visiting the United States in September. Besides visiting Washington, D.C., and New York, the pope will visit Philadelphia for activities and Mass on Sept. 26 and 27, to mark the end of the Eighth World Meeting of Families Congress.
Most of us at one time or another has probably seen the many prescription medicine commercials that remind us: “Depression touches everyone in the family.” How very sadly true this can be. Often we fail to fully realize or appreciate how one person’s problems can so powerfully impact those he or she loves.
I am from Sacred Heart parish in East Glendale, and I have had the pleasure of working in Sacred Heart Rectory for the past 20 years, since I was 13 years old. My pastor Father John Fullum suggested that I contact the editor of The Tablet, so here I am.
The Lord is Risen! Alleluia! Alleluia! Death and destruction is swallowed up in victory. For a while, evil seemed to thrive but the Risen Lord sends out His spirit on all humankind. Now the Word can become flesh in us, if we allow it.
My earliest remembrance of the miracle of the rosary was when I was 5 years old and my great grandmother (on my father’s side), Amy Delapenha held them with reverence as she watched on television: boxing matches, followed by the ritual of “The Price is Right” with Bob Barker, then lunch with “Guiding Light” and “As The World Turns.”
A recent report on poverty in Philadelphia prompted me to think of ways to move the urban poor back and forth each day from their neighborhoods to the suburbs where jobs are opening up.
I am Irish in spirit, for the beautiful Irish people nurtured me at St. Patrick’s School, Kent Ave., in Clinton Hill section of Brooklyn, 1959- 1967. It was a time of “Irish Eyes Are Smiling,” “Harrigan,” and “That’s An Irish Lullaby” for the Irish Sisters of Mercy loved to sing and to stage beautiful musical plays each year to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day.
Catholic organizations welcomed President Barack Obama’s Feb. 24 veto of a bill approving an oil pipeline through the country’s midsection, saying that it allows more opportunity to consider moral questions about the environment and climate change.
