I’m sure the elderly priest whose prodigal son homily I heard on Sunday meant well. But I daresay he hasn’t listened to as many “away” Catholics as I have. Confession. That was his key to any returning Catholic’s rekindling of faith. He urged us all
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Lent 2013, Day 26: An Open Letter to the Conclave
Dear Cardinals, I am among the least of your sisters in Christ. I was baptized Catholic, was catechized enough to receive the Sacraments of Reconciliation, the Eucharist, and Confirmation, then
Lent 2013, Day 25: No Fear in Love
A friend recently sent me one of those “forward this, it’s amazing” e-mail chain letters that I usually ignore–but not this time. It was a request to send the piece of Scripture that was
Lent 2013, Day 24: “If Only My People Would Hear Me”
Note: On Fridays, you can find me at Your Daily Tripod, owned by my friend TonyD. A longer version of the post below appears there. We spend an estimated 70 to 80 percent of our hours awake in communication with others. Of that time, 45 percent is spent listening (vs. 30 percent speaking, 16 percent… Continue reading Lent 2013, Day 24: “If Only My People Would Hear Me”