Until knee surgery, I knew very little about significant pain. And even now, as I recover, I realize that I’ve got things easy in comparison to many others.
But the message of the cross is the same, regardless. From stubbed toes to terminal cancer, there is a beautiful paradox: suffering and hope.
I met a man with Parkinson’s’ Disease last week. He lay sunken into his hospital bed, face blank as he watched the tiny television screen in the corner. Slowly, he was helped to his feet. His hands shook, as is expected in patients with Parkinson’s. As he walked, his foot
The world thinks this whole thing is stupid. And maybe you do, too. But let’s debunk the myths because, y’all, abstinence is awesome. I’ll shout it from the rooftops if I have to.
As a Catholic, how should I respond? How can I help see good in this? How can I help be good in this?
Look for Tommy Openshaw on a Saturday night, and you’ll find him under stadium lights, kicking for Vanderbilt’s football team. Check again on Sunday, however, and you’ll find him at Benton Chapel, joining Vanderbilt’s Catholic community for Mass.
When I was a kid, I once took my RipStik out for a cruise around the neighborhood. I was feeling brazen, so I headed down a hill quite confidently…until I hit a rock and went flying. If only I had learned my lesson then. But instead…this summer I got into
Every Catholic that has ever lived — today or thousands of years ago, here or across the globe — is connected to us.
God doesn’t want you to ditch your love for rapping, or skateboarding, or dancing, or whatever it is that brings you joy.
He wants to use it.
Anywhere with the Body of Christ is a heavenly dwelling place, a face-to-face encounter with our love. My Church, our faith is something extraordinary. Let us never make it ordinary.
