Something happened to me while I was wearing my mask at Mass this past Sunday. First, I would just like to state that, through this particular reflection, it’s not my intention to discuss mask-wearing where appropriate physical distancing isn’t maintainable in order to lessen the spread of the Covid19 virus. That’s not the point of […]
It’s been six months since we started lockdowns due to Covid-19 here in the United States. It’s also the nineteenth anniversary of another kind of attack on my country, one that has left deep scars. My fellow countrymen put aside their differences during the cruel and tragic events of September 11, 2001, coming together to […]
Whenever Labor Day comes around, I always think of my time as a Poster Child for my local chapter of the Muscular Dystrophy Association, which then leads me to think about my disease, my disappointments, and hope. Hope has often been, as I wrote about in It’s Good to Be Here, something of a four-letter […]
As summer begins its inevitable end, I’d like to send you a few postcards with the usual thought of “Wish You Were Here.” I wish you were here in the bright sunshine of divine love, cooled by breezes of mercy, calmed on shores of peace, invigorated by waters of purpose, and delighted by gardens of […]
Religious statues usually don’t move me beyond deep, aesthetic stirrings of appreciation for art. Statues of Jesus don’t move me at all. I find them to either be overly saccharine or grossly misrepresenting Him as blond-haired and blue-eyed. (Why, oh why, make Jesus a Swede?) But this one… I told my dad that I needed […]
