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A Turn to the Stern
When I was very young, my family took a vacation on a lake. It was not something we had done before, and I was delighted to spend every minute I...
The Best Gift Giver
My fingers tapped the steering wheel distractedly as the traffic slowed and I struggled to focus in on prayer: The second Joyful Mystery is the Visitation . . . Our...
He Wants to Forgive
In the first couple of years after my reception into the Catholic Church, I struggled with trusting in the mercy of God, particularly in the Sacrament of Penance. I would...
Holy Is His Name
My insides cringed when he said it, but I didn't let my face betray my emotions. Sucking in a short, sharp breath, I realized that I would never grow accustomed...
Spending God's Mercy
I am rich, but there was a time when I was poor and had no faith. I am full, but there was a time when I was starving for truth....
Face to Face with Temptation
Every year I give the same thing up for Lent: soda. It's my weakness. An ice-cold Coke, preferably from McDonald’s, is usually the quick fix to a migraine. When I...
Rest or Run on the Sabbath
We return home after Sunday Mass. It’s time for lunch. As I stir a pot of macaroni and cheese, my mental to-do list races through my brain: there are meals...
Lord, I Am Poor
Calling home was heartbreaking during a particular season in my family’s life. Something had happened to a family member. The situation was stark in the foreground of our minds and...
Will We Deny Ourselves?
I cannot remember the last time I denied myself something. That doesn't sound very good, does it? Well, I did fast yesterday because of Ash Wednesday, so there’s that. But...
You Are the Palms and the Ashes
Imagine you are the palms. Waved aloft in triumph and praise last year, the symbol of Palm Sunday. Now dried and brittle, gathered to be broken and burned in holy...
Into the Beautiful Silence
I’ve been sitting in the silence lately and letting it wash over me. I’ve been letting it mold and shape and grow me. And it’s been good. Because here in...
What's Your Intention?
If you were to ask my dad what my most common pre-teen phrase was, he would clear his throat, roll his eyes, and groan an exasperated, “I knooOooow.” I was...
