Lent is a fitting time for self-denial; we would do well to ask ourselves what we can give up in order to help and enrich others by our own poverty. Let us not forget that real poverty hurts: no self-denial is real without this dimension of penance. I distrust a charity that costs nothing and does not hurt.
When I was in high school, we had the greatest thing ever: open lunch. If your school hasn’t blessed you with this gift, open lunch means that all of the students who wanted to could leave the campus for lunch. We could head to the local mall food court, run home to grab homework we […]
I’ll never forget the time I scored the winning goal for my hockey team or the time my softball team won the championship game. Moments like that last! Growing up I was always surrounded by sports in one way or another. Being that my family has always been big sport fanatics, I learned to love […]
In this troubling time in our world, many of us are longing for someone to turn to . . . someone to calm us down, speak some truth, and point us in the right direction. With the increasing conflict in Syria, many innocent lives have been lost and it is truly heartbreaking. Nations around the […]
Jesus, with His Cross, walks with us and takes upon Himself our fears, our problems, and our sufferings, even those which are deepest and most painful. With the Cross, Jesus unites Himself to the silence of the victims of violence, those who can no longer cry out, especially the innocent and the defenseless.
The Cross of Christ bears the suffering and the sin of mankind, including our own. Jesus accepts all this with open arms, bearing on His shoulders our crosses and saying to us: 'Have courage! You do not carry your cross alone! I carry it with you. I have overcome death and I have come to give you hope, to give you life' (John 3:16).
Dear Brothers and Sisters,
I was expecting something 'more.' I mean, this was the new Pope's first homily since his election. On Wednesday the world tuned in to see our new Pope Francis. On Thursday we got to hear him preach for the first time.
I needed Pope Francis.
And not only because I'm part of the Catholic Church and we were without a shepherd . . . I mean I needed him because I'm sinful, and broken, and I need a constant reminder of how to be like Christ.
I have been awestruck by him from the first moment he walked out onto the balcony, to the last news article I read about him.