Burn Zone
My family spent a week of our summer falling in love with Montana. At one point, though, we noticed a peculiar tree line that had been recently ravaged by fire called the Burn Zone.
My family spent a week of our summer falling in love with Montana. At one point, though, we noticed a peculiar tree line that had been recently ravaged by fire called the Burn Zone.
On this feast of Pope St. John Paul II, we are so pleased to present this first ever Bellator Society book review. Liz Banko shares with us The Pope and the CEO by Andrew Widmer.
Paramount in experiencing pilgrimage with children is maintaining realistic expectations.
Vincent Van Gogh was a Christian missionary long before he began sketching with reed pens. But what happened? The salacious details we know, but his profound devotion needs to be shared.
When I first started working at a pregnancy care center six years ago, I had the naive and preconceived opinion that I would see a lot of young teenagers seeking help.
As I sat in Mass on the Solemnity of the feast of Corpus Christi and listened to our priest describe the celebrations he witnessed in Bogotá, Columbia, my mind drifted off to Rome.
As I cry my tears and wipe my puffy eyes while sipping wine in my king-size bed, it’s a good thing I worship a God that doesn’t compare my sufferings or wants to the family down the street or the person living in impoverished China. I’d be in real trouble.
Imagine a floating staircase connecting a choir loft with the floor of a chapel that is circular, has no nails, screws, railings or a center support.
So why would a mid-20-something willingly follow a seemingly judgy religion restricting things that are considered “normal” by today’s standards?