One of the best things about being Catholic is the sacrament of reconciliation. If we are humble enough to seek forgiveness, God is loving enough to bestow it in abundance.
One of the best things about being Catholic is the sacrament of reconciliation. If we are humble enough to seek forgiveness, God is loving enough to bestow it in abundance.
I love being an uncle. My nieces and nephew constantly make me smile and laugh, and they teach me so much about life without realizing it.
God really loves us. It’s a statement used so often as to perhaps sound trite, but it is deeply true. Abraham learns this lesson through his negotiation in today’s first reading, seemingly haggling for God’s mercy.
If we are not first nourished — our ears first, then our bodies — in fervent attendance at Mass, we quickly begin to run on fumes, like a car in desperate need of gas. Fill up at the feet of the Lord so that you can share what he entrusts to you.
If you channel-surf just about any Sunday morning before heading out for Mass, you are likely to come across any number of televised religious services.
As we invoke God’s grace to accompany Pope Leo XIV in his Petrine ministry, let us also pray through the intercession of Sts. Peter and Paul, that each of us might rely on that grace to be faithful in the discipleship to which Christ himself calls each of us.
When was the last time you wrote a letter? I don’t mean an e-mail, or a text from your phone, or a social media posting, but a letter, hand-written on paper, signed, sealed, stamped, and sent off by mail.
In just a few short weeks, we will begin the season of Advent, which is the start of a new liturgical year. Advent is one of my favorite liturgical seasons. Although the shortest in time, only four weeks, it is, for me, a time of deep spiritual preparation.
We are blessed as a parish community to have St. Teresa of Calcutta’s Missionaries of Charity sisters here in our convent. Mother Teresa herself brought over the first group of Missionaries of Charity sisters here to the Diocese of Brooklyn at Our Lady of Victory convent almost 30 years ago.
On this 30th Sunday of Ordinary Time, we can’t help but feel the rapidly approaching end of the year. The trees know it, as their enchantingly colored leaves are blowing away in the autumn wind.