There are certain words in our Catholic faith that can become so familiar that we stop hearing the human story hidden inside them. Assumption. Queenship. Coronation. We see paintings of Mary floating above the clouds with angels surrounding her. A crown is placed upon her head. Christ sits upon His throne. Everything is gold and … Read more
There is something about the story of Our Lady of Walsingham that has always moved me. Perhaps it is because the story does not begin with something grand. There is no enormous basilica. No great cathedral. No throne room. It begins with a house. A little house. And not just any house. The little house … Read more
There is something deeply sacred about walking through a cemetery on Memorial Day. Nothing is rushed or distracted.There is no scrolling through headlines, advertisements, or noise. Just rows of stones beneath an open sky. The American flags flutter softly beside military markers. Fresh flowers rest against granite worn smooth by rain, wind, and generations of … Read more
There is a silence that follows Good Friday—a silence not of peace, but of waiting. The work of Salvation is finished, and yet something remains undone. Christ has died, but the world has not yet seen what His death will accomplish. It is into this silence that Sister Mary Ada’s poem “Limbo” speaks with remarkable … Read more
