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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.
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.
The miners spent their days and nights in the mine. Their choice was either to have no church or to literally carve a sacred space out of rock and salt.
Whether your yard is marked with a sign for Biden or your car is marked with a sticker for Trump, your soul is indelibly marked for Jesus Christ.
Whether you find it beautiful, creepy, or maybe a bit of both, the Sedlec Ossuary, also known as the “Bone Church” would be a fascinating place to visit.
Rather than throwing stones at stone figures, I would hope that we have the capacity for the hard work of using those same stones to build more statues. Let’s tell more stories. Let’s balance the book of history with more, not less.
The challenge of free will is not only to know what’s right, but to consciously choose the correct course of action regardless of the actions and temptations standing in your way.
As we approach Pentecost, the faithful are being invited to return to Mass under various protocols released by our Bishops. In many ways, this return has been like first Communion a second time. Perhaps an adult version of second grade Sunday School is needed.
Putting people in boxes has never been my “thing.” It’s never all that neat, as we all belong (and rightfully so) in far too many boxes.