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An Invitation to Belong
My heart swells at the three simple words Philip speaks to Nathanael in today’s Gospel . . . come and see. What an invitation . . . so simple, yet...
God's Promise for Us
“Who’s that baby?” my eldest asked. I glanced over at my parents’ photo album. It was me, four months old, immersed in a baptismal font. The young priest smiled through...
Completely Radiant
We were in the bathroom in front of the floor-length mirror, putting the finishing touches on my sister's wedding hair and make-up, fastening the last few buttons of the dress,...
His Words Brought Me Back
I couldn't help but hear Lauren Daigle singing this during today's First Reading. It's from her song "Dry Bones." "As we call out to dry bones come alive, come alive...
Awaiting the Banquet
When I turned 16, my friends threw me a surprise birthday party. I would never have planned anything myself because truthfully, I assumed it would burden others and I was...
Are Sharks Bad Guys?
My three-year-old son is in the thick of the concrete thinking stage of childhood. He is busy learning about the world, and part of that is taking comfort in order...
We Go Last
My sense of justice was quite strong as a kid, which is why in the third grade I reminded my teacher that the boys had left the classroom first for...
Provide What I Need, Nothing More
The air was sticky and dense. Escaping the heat, I walked into an intimate museum that was once home to Saint Bernadette Soubirous. This one-room dungeon, formerly a jail, holds...
Change My Heart, Lord
I saw her across the courtyard and our eyes met. We smiled politely and went about our business. She was an acquaintance, and I didn’t know her well. From our...
Her Littleness, My Littleness
I married at 41. I became a mother at 43. For decades, the blessings poured out so freely on other women were denied to me. That cross was heavy, but...
One Man's Yes
One year ago today, I was in Auschwitz, Poland for the Memorial of Saint Maximilian Maria Kolbe. It was the final day of my pilgrimage and it was pouring rain....
The One I Apologize to a Lot
Marriage has taught me the art of a humble, sincere apology. Even more, the art of humble, sincere forgiveness. Not many people require my endless forgiveness or my endless repentance....
