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It was a small town Friday night football game, and the stadium was packed. The crowds sang along as the marching band played the school song, their noses peeking out under stocking caps and above fleece blankets. I stood alone,…
We walked in silence except for the rustling of heavy skirts. The chapel lights were dim with candles adding extra soft light. We genuflected and entered the pews; prayer books were given to us and directions were whispered. It was…
Welcome to our Blessed Chats series! Each month, we will dedicate an entire week of blog posts to a topic that affects many of us. These conversations often come up in our Facebook groups and in our real life friendships….
I pulled on my sweats and gathered my laptop, planner, and water bottle. It was the end of a long day so I wanted to be comfy, but I was running a bit late for a meeting with some friends…
For years I prayed for healing for my son. God had already granted him one miracle, by bringing him back to life after being pulseless for sixty-one minutes, but my son still had quirks: speech issues, difficulty in school, anxiety,…
The afternoon sun collaborated with the stained glass windows, throwing color across the wooden pew that I slipped into. I knelt and stared at the tabernacle. After a long silence, I said aloud the thought that was racing through my…
“The followers of John the Baptist took away his corpse, buried him, and went and told Jesus” (Matthew 14:12). “John has died. He was beheaded by Herod.” Are these the words they spoke? Did they choke down sobs as they…
She sat across the desk from me, checking me in for an appointment. I’d never seen her before, and I studied her as she entered the data. She was thin, surely underweight, and her permed hair was greying. Her hands…
The priest guided our meditation as we knelt in adoration. “Close your eyes and imagine that you are opening the door to your heart. Step in, into the throne room. Who or what is seated upon the throne of your…
The first time I walked into the brick ranch on Smith Street I knew it was the one. My kids busted through the door behind me and boldly ran down the hall, laughing and claiming bedrooms. I followed them, dashing…
My family has lived in my hometown for generations. The road we took to Mass each Sunday was named after my great-grandparents who farmed the land around it. The church where I worshipped for the first twenty-five years of my…
It was one of the last days of spring. The Mission District’s streets were warm from the bright sun but breezy. Inside the shaded coolness of the writing center, groups of ESL students worked with volunteers in hushed voices. It…
