A few years ago I rediscovered one of the most beautiful and intimate Catholic prayers: the Memorare. It was one of the prayers my father taught to me as a very small...
With ears that are tuned to diverse frequencies I begin to delight in different dialects
If you saw a burning bush, would you (a) call 911, (b) get the hot dogs, or (c) recognise God?
Love casts out fear. But so do several other things — ignorance, alcohol, passion, presumption, and stupidity.
Miracles always happen – visible at times only to the trained eye and heart
By looking at the graves, before which countless memories return, we remember how they lived, what they loved