Every society, every culture has a tradition of a scapegoat: a person or group of people to blame and punish for the sins of that particular society. Centuries ago, old women were blamed for poor crops, cows which failed to produce milk and any birth defects. Less superstitious societies turned on each new group of immigrants to…… Continue reading Why Most of Us Are Scapegoats, Not Saintly Martyrs
feature image: Fritz von Uhde, Let the Infants come to me People, from infants to the elderly, thrive spiritually when they have enough free time to relax, create, and pray. We all need unscheduled time, time to be bored in a positive sense because boredom can the birthplace of authentic spirituality and creativity. Self- obsessed business…… Continue reading Children Know How To Play With God
Today’s Gospel: John 15:9-17 – 6th Sunday of Easter The Gospel for today is a concise description of our new, glorious life in Christ. The Christian life is an incredible life, mind-boggling if we really stop for a moment and allow the truth about it to sink in. Jesus loves us, mere mortals, with the same depth…… Continue reading Mind-Boggling Love
In fact, everything that exists and moves in the Church – the sacraments, doctrine, institutions – draws its strength from Christ’s Resurrection. (Fr. Raniero Cantalamessa, Life in Christ, 67) Even though the Church continually invites Catholics to live in the Resurrection of Christ, many of us cling to our suffering. As a result, our spirituality is…… Continue reading Catholics Are Easter People
It is Holy Thursday, the night we celebrate the Chrism Mass. Tonight, churches around the entire globe will wait in prayerful vigil, with lights dimmed, all images covered with the congregation in respectful, somber silence. The Church is remembering the end of Jesus’s public life as a teacher and healer and walking with Him as…… Continue reading Where Do I Stand This Holy Thursday?
The secular world desperately needs to hear the perspective of Catholics on pressing issues, especially on the sanctity of human life. However, most religious authors write in a small niche, read mainly by fellow Catholics and perhaps a few other critics we would secretly love to block. An amusing analogy came to me the other…… Continue reading Am I Writing Like a Worker Ant or a Child of God?
I stood at the sink, pain lancing my chest, sobbing silently, tears blinding me as I tackled a mound of dirty dishes. Exhaustion weighed heavy, my arms like a stone. 11:00pm. I was alone, disconnected Isolated. I could almost see the knife piercing my heart. There was a name on the handle; I strained my…… Continue reading Stabbing Myself in the Heart