Devotions
The Boldness of Saint Stanislaus
Today’s readings are bursting with spiritual goodness—but today is also the memorial of Saint Stanislaus, bishop and martyr, and this reflection focuses on him. Saint Stanislaus was born in Poland...
Be a Little Wild
Today is my thirty-fifth birthday. Today I am squarely in my mid-thirties, eyeing the later thirties, reminiscing over the early thirties. I can say things like, "I mean, over twenty-five...
Fear and Fiat
I awoke with a jolt, long before my alarm. Groaning, I willed sleep to return, but it was futile; my mind had sprung to life, teeming with countless worries surrounding...
The Gift of Divine Mercy
Oh, doubting Thomas. We know him well, don’t we? Have you ever found yourself in his shoes? Feeling doubtful about the Lord’s promises. Asking for a sign, for proof that...
Thanksgiving and Softening My Heart
My full-time job centers around prayer. When I recently took an assessment of my personal prayer life and of the particular things I've been speaking to our Lord about, I...
Incredulous for Joy
The disciples remember. Their hearts burn within them. They recognize Him in the breaking of the bread. He appears. He stands in their midst. Again. Peace. Why are you terrified?...
Rejoice!
I have always described myself as a realist-optimist. I tend to look on the bright side of things, but always within the confines of delicately and determined logical boundaries, of...
Hands Off the Jesus
At dawn on Easter morning, Mary Magdalene and the other holy women went to Jesus’ tomb to anoint His body with spices. They found that the large stone over the...
Standing at the Empty Tomb
I’m trying to put myself into today’s Gospel scene with Mary Magdalene and the other Mary. But to be honest, I often battle discouragement. After the crushing blow of the...
Invited into the Light
Each year, I feel that I'm just really bad at Easter. I easily become frustrated as I confront the tension of desiring to embrace the Resurrection, as it is the...
The Mother of All Vigils
The Mother of all Vigils (a title attributed to Saint Augustine), is upon us. Tonight, I will sit in a darkened church, illumined by the flicker of candles, and listen...
Hands Open, Willing It to Happen
During a pilgrimage I was on last summer, I found myself staring at an image of the second Station of the Cross, when Jesus carries His cross. What was different...
