Happy feast of St. John Bosco!
I had forgotten it was his feast day—just as I forgot St. Angela Merici’s last week—but I got extremely excited during Mass.
I have to say something. I love John Bosco. That excitement happens every time I hear about him. To me he is irresistible as a father and priest. All my life, I have loved to read about him, and the more stories I hear the more I wish he was my spiritual director and parish priest. Continue reading “Father of the Young”
Tonight is the night we pass through a portal:
A moment upon which every age has lingered,
A threshold which no one has yet crossed.
Living flames issuing from the Cave of Bethlehem,
Glinting across a dark, dark world;
Breathing the prophecy of a new Dawn.
Light enough to guide wandering feet to the Child;
Warm enough to melt frozen souls.
That the trickle of fresh water
May quench the thirst of Jesse’s root,
Springing anew from once weary earth,
Soon stained by the wounds of redemption,
Yet ever untouched by the frost of waiting.
Such a threshold in which the Fire of Love hovers,
This threshold upon which we stand.
May you have a blessed Christmas season and a happy New Year!
I did not vote for either Trump or Hillary in the election this past week, and I will be the first to admit that I am not completely reassured or excited by Trump. Continue reading “Second Chances”
A couple weeks ago in group discussion, a bunch of us girls broached the question: “How do you describe authentic womanhood to someone in a way that doesn’t use religion as the context?”
It’s a valid question for a posse of young adults in a culture where the average girl is seeking the truth but is not open yet to hearing it in terms of “God-creating-it-that-way” or “this-part-of-the-Faith-shows-us-that.” Continue reading “What is Womanhood?”