The Catholic Way: Lessons from an imperial family
Catholics have long held that all genuine authority derives [...]
Catholics have long held that all genuine authority derives [...]
There are countless persons, basilicas, churches, shrines, seminaries, convents, towns and cities named after St. Joseph. My native country, Canada, has him as its patron.
The lack of snow on the ground has made it challenging for my family to feel that pure and fluffy holiday spirit this Advent. It’s been a bit easier for me as I can recall Decembers I lived in both Ireland and Mexico, neither of which have snow in the winter with any regularity.
En route to the Cities in late November, I heard Bing Crosby and Ella Fitzgerald’s version of “A Marshmallow World,” a song popularized by another of my favorite vintage voices, Dean Martin.
I am sure every religious person, every believer in God, at some point wonders, “Why doesn’t God just straighten everything out?”
When Sr. Ave Clark was a special education teacher, her students made her an Advent wreath. Only it wasn’t round like the store-bought ones.
Earlier this year, one of my older brothers died. By every indication, he had lived an exemplary life, one lived mainly for others. He died much loved by everyone who knew him. His was a life lived for family, church, community and friends.