Bellator Scriptor

We still live near the chapel in which my wife accepted my proposal for marriage. There are layers of meaning in that place. This is often what we mean when we speak of “sacramentality,” there are layers of meaning kept between the body and soul.

This place, “The Port,” was often my place of refuge, a spot where I would seek the solitude and rest I was often looking for during my college years.

When I was a young girl, I remember listening to stories told by my uncle, Fr. Jim, about a place he called “The Archabbey.” In my mind, I tried to imagine what this particular place looked like. He described it as “a grand, holy, old church building with twin steeples rising to the sky.” As

The Basilica structure is simply more suited to our kind of worship than were the ancient temple structures.

Growing up where I did, where Catholic churches are located every few miles, we had the luxury of deciding what time to go, what church, and even what priest.

Our Lady of LaSalette appeared on September 19th, 1846 to two shepherd children in a small town near the French Alps.