I AM SETTLING into my cramped seat in a small aircraft when I smell it: the nauseating odor of fried food in close quarters. I turn, ready to glare, when I see that the culprit, a middle-aged man, is bowed in prayer over his meal with his hands folded, eyes closed.
I IMAGINE THAT readers of this column have attended a First Communion Mass. In my years as a priest, I have attended many. Back in April, I was at a First Communion Mass that moved me to have many thoughts about the Eucharist and about the place it should have in every Catholic’s life. Perhaps […]