There are days, many days, when I don’t understand why I try to play the game.
Then there are days like Thursday.
Continue readingThere are days, many days, when I don’t understand why I try to play the game.
Then there are days like Thursday.
Continue readingYou can’t quite see it, but trust me: it’s there.
Continue readingI’m not typically a Roamin’ Catholic. When I break Eucharistic bread, nine times out of ten it’s at my home parish – a place dedicated to the patronage of St. Joseph.
Continue readingAhhh…relief!
Continue readingEver notice how a bright light, a spotlight, almost never fails to spark something in the soul?
Continue readingWith a grateful heart, I re-share a post recounting my favorite memory of Holy Saturday … a morning punctuated by an empty tabernacle.
Continue readingAlmost 20 years ago, I wrote a reflection on Christ’s passion – finding, remarkably, a seed of hope in this unspeakable act of human-on-human cruelty.
Continue readingThere’s something remarkably humbling about encountering the souvenirs of a moonshot.
Continue readingIf you’re interested, there’s still time to register for the Good Friday morning of reflection (April 3) at the Marianist Retreat and Conference Center. My friend Anne Hruz and I will be teaming up to help you make it a prayerful day…

Making my way to the Lone Star State early last week, I awoke to the distinct impression that I had been entombed.
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