My first days as a father in the I.C.U.
Faith in Focus
Vocation Crisis: A mother comes to terms with her son’s priesthood.
My children claim it is often hard to get my attention. I am apt to wander in and out of conversations. I’m often late and easily distracted. I can spend too much time working and not enough time with my family. But when it comes to the big things, when my children are lost or hurt or heading
In Defense of Altar Girls: Lessons learned while serving at Mass
It is a Sunday morning in 1992, and I am 10 years old and visiting relatives in the midwest. We head to church, pile into a pew, sit, stand and then sing the entrance hymn at Mass. I happen to look up from my missalette just as two girls who are about my age walk up the aisle; they are wea
Adoption and the Christian life
For our family, adoption has come to mean much more than what we thought it did on that Sunday afternoon.
Do Not Miss This: Moments of grace at the Easter Vigil
I watch for it every Easter vigil, and every Easter vigil it happens—this Easter vigil right in front of me where I sat in the second row of the chapel expressly to see it; and once again I nearly burst into tears, because it is so beautiful and subtle and gentle and heartrending and amazing,
Lord, Have Mercy: Forgiving the man who murdered my sister
For a long time, my experience as a public defender supported my belief that some people deserved life sentences. One client chilled me to the core. As a juvenile, he had graduated from burglary and auto theft to armed robbery, holding up three separate victims in the course of two days. The first v
Lifting Veronica’s Veil: Meditations on a courageous disciple
Despite various attempts over the centuries to give her a personal story, there is no evidence that she was a historical figure. She has never been included in any official list of Catholic saints; and although she is commemorated on July 12 in the Orthodox churches, there has never been a universal
Transformed from Within: One priest’s struggle with compulsive eating
These days, when I light a candle at the base of the makeshift shrine in my sitting room, I feel at peace. I haven’t always felt this way. A year and a half ago, I would have been sitting down in a room of similar size but crowded with food wrappers and neglected dirty laundry. I probably woul
Hope and Joy-Joy: Experiencing the Gospel in Manila
‘What can possibly make a difference in these kids’ lives after all they have been through?” I asked. The director of the children’s shelter we were visiting that Sunday morning took her finger off the “enter” button she was using to flick through a PowerPoint pre
Paying Our Respects: Life, death and the home country
Life, death and the home country
