“Miracles appear in the strangest of places,” begins Yesterday’s Wine, my favorite song by Willie Nelson. Strange places, indeed. Oh, I’ve had some miracles occur in places you’d expect: a Catholic
Category: Spirituality
Transparency or TMI?
Recently, I facilitated a retreat for the first time. The sponsors and the attendees were all such kind people (and constructive in their critiques; I hadn’t prepared enough content,
In the Fullness and Richness of Time
Last week, I attended the funeral of Remedios “Mima” Cabacungan, who died at 102. I’d never met Mima, but her daughter Reme and I cross paths every year at our parish’s 5 a.m.
Lo, How a Rose ‘Ere Blooming
Tomorrow will mark five years since I returned to full communion with the Catholic Church after more than thirty years away. Below is an excerpt from something I wrote about that beautiful day: I’d never been a Christmas Catholic.