I love this verse on so many levels. It is clear and concise. It is present and unwavering. It is strong but still tender, challenging yet comforting. In short, it is everything a good Father should be.
“Maaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrkkkk!” she shouted, letting all in our neighborhood know that my presence was needed at home immediately. I could always tell when my mother was worried about my whereabouts and my mother had the uncanny knack of turning my name – a one-syllable word – into a multi-syllable exclamation that
One of the reasons I love the book of Acts so much is because of the amazing miracle stories. They aren’t just high drama; many of them are also high comedy.
“I understand that you like getting wasted and see it as the ultimate exercise of young freedom, I used to think that way, too. The reality, though, is that it’s a lie. Freedom is not “doing whatever you want.”
The Papacy is not only rooted in Scripture, it is safeguarded by Scripture’s Author: the Holy Spirit.
There are few evils in this world that tear me apart like abortion does.
Our family is a walking Christmas card. No one ever fights, has gas or morning breath or bad hair days.
It’s with this in mind that Ash Wednesday might seem paradoxical and contradictory, too. For right after we hear a Gospel telling us not to do anything outward for others to see… we have ashes smeared all over our foreheads.
How’s that for irony?
