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Family Dysfunction, Forgiveness, and Mercy
In today's reading we hear that "Pharaoh directed all the Egyptians to go to Joseph and do whatever he told them” (Genesis 41:55). It gets me thinking about the price...
Sarah's Laughter Is My Doubt
Abraham’s warm hospitality is a gift that he gives freely to his visitors in today’s reading from Genesis. He ensures that they are cared for and well fed. God multiplies...
Freedom through Forgiveness
In today’s reading, we see the powerful witness of what it means to not only forgive your enemy but to immediately love them and serve them in return. A couple...
In the Name of Jesus, Words Can Bring Healing
I remember towards the end of a phone call with my friend, she said, “Let's pray!” We blessed ourselves over the phone, and I closed my eyes as she began...
A Tax Collector's Heart for Jesus
It never occurred to me how much I took for granted of being able to receive Jesus in the Holy Eucharist of the Mass before the pandemic. We always had...
Messy Mornings Are the Will of the Father
Every year my goal for the New Year is to wake up before the kids so I can get my prayer time in. I need a couple of minutes to...
The Tender Embrace of Holiness
No regal adornments or robes of glory clothed the parents of the Christ Child; rather, two simple human beings conformed to the will of God. As I look at the...
An Unexpected Return to Jesus
My husband was at odds with the Church when we began dating. His issue stemmed from the priest at his hometown parish who said he didn’t have to attend the...
Open That Bible
When I was growing up, my parents had one of those big, beautiful Bibles that seemed like they belonged on the church altar instead of in our home. However, our...
Fire Damage and a Detoured Dream
I wanted to be a news anchor for as long as I could remember. I had it all mapped out. I would say my first name in English and my...
Waste Management and Humility
I can still smell the stench of the landfill. It was middle school. My Dad rolled up in his rusty, no-air-conditioner-during-the-Las-Vegas-summer-heat, manual windows, but trusty 1965 Chevy pickup truck. We...
