“I wait for the Lord, who bends down to me and hears my cry.” (Psalm 40) Dear Friends, Psalm 24 puts the question starkly: “Who can climb the mountain of the Lord; who can stand in his holy place?” And the Psalm offers an immediate answer: “The clean of hand ...

Dear Friends,   The great poet Robert Frost wrote a poem titled “The Road Not Taken.” The premise of the poem is that all of us encounter forks in the road we are traveling that require us to make a choice as to where we will go next. There has ...

Dear Friends, We are fast approaching the July 22nd feast day of Saint Mary Magdalene. With so many intentions on my heart these days, Mary Magdalene reminds me of the essential kerygmatic message that she continues to announce to the world, “He has risen!” An Alleluia song resonates in the background ...

Dear Friends, June 30th on the liturgical calendar celebrates a memorial for the first martyrs of the Holy Roman Church. The witnesses died for the faith under the emperor Nero, who blamed them for starting a fire that ravaged half of Rome. Never mind that Nero was suspected of being ...

Dear Friends, Pope Leo’s recent visit to Spain left us with much to ponder and pray about. He visited Madrid, Barcelona, and the Canary Islands, but the words that have most touched me personally were his responses to the testimonies of the young people at the prayer vigil in Barcelona, ...

Dear Friends, In the year 2026, we are blessed as Catholics with a plethora of faith-filled resources at our fingertips through modern media. Thirst for something more is temporarily satiated through enriching, formative platforms. Talk shows inspire us to be aware of our woundedness and live from our true identity ...

Dear Friends, The Catechism says, “After her Son’s Ascension, Mary ‘aided the beginnings of the Church by her prayers… we also see Mary by her prayers imploring the gift of the Spirit, who had already overshadowed her in the Annunciation.’” (CCC 965) Throughout the month of May, we focused as ...

Dear Friends, Several years ago, during a lengthy silent retreat, I realized that I was frustrated with God. I’d just gone to confession, and found myself thinking about how many times I’d been to confession in the last twenty years (it numbered in the hundreds). The question—and the frustration—arose spontaneously. ...