God’s Voice Have you ever wondered whether you’ve heard God’s voice? The distinction, most of the time, is so hard to make. You wonder, and
I Hobbled Along on My Crutch A race between a crutch and a walking stick “I dare you,” I yelled. I’d face-planted and was struggling
Or is it a nebulous thought passing through your mind? “Welcome Back,” the Voice said. I closed my eyes and smiled, hugging the moment to
Where is the watch? “Don’t they have a watchman here?” I asked James. Watchman? The man in front of us turned around and glared. “Capernaum
It’s been one thing after the other This past week has been too much. First, there was that news from home. I feel terrible! I
The Apprentice Apostle on the Road With Jesus I was furious. Thomas, always Thomas that would doubt what one tells him. It was an exciting
I Was There When Jesus Cleaned the Temple I’ve never seen anything like it Passover was coming, and Jesus decided to visit Jerusalem and the
It’s a disaster The night was young, and the guests were having fun. The bride’s parents were wealthy relatives of Mary, and no expense had
Someone you know or a stranger? I had a nasty fellow in the seat next to me. I hoped he would get off at the
The bench on the beach is a place to sit, to think, to be. “It’s gone! My bench is gone!” My long-suffering and beleaguered husband, used
There was a pile of small books next to the church bulletin. I glimpsed at it and smiled at the title. In bold print, it
Unless it’s with another believer. “Invite people to come with you to church,” Father said. “Statistics have proven that 83% of people, if invited, would
Do Some People Bring Out the Worst in You? For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do
“What do you mean you don’t care? Don’t you want justice for your daughter?” The fury in the Assistant State Attorney’s voice vibrated in my
Baptism means so much to me because I really believe my sins are washed away. I thought of Baptism recently while cleaning our boat and
So, what is a Thought? Webster writes, “It’s an individual act or product of thinking”. And what is a Holy Thought? Saint Paul says: “Set
And that’s when I converted to Catholicism. The year was 1994. “Father Peter,” I said. “You don’t know me, and I’m not a Catholic, but
If You Believe in Christmas, It Would’ve Been in May I decided it was a beautiful Spring Day with soft breezes blowing. The harsh Middle
Why is it so hard to talk about faith? Good evening. I’d like to introduce myself. A lifelong Christian, a full-time wife, and a mom
Alzheimer’s. The dreaded demon that lurks and insidiously works its way into the mind. Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one
The Jesuits gone done it again Do I reflect on and thank God for my gift of faith? As so often, the daily 3-minute reflection
I wanted to give a short-fun-filled life to those that stayed I’ve subsequently decided I’m unhinged, a candidate for the funny farm. It’s not as
