I was standing in the dumpster looking for food when I was overwhelmed by the thought that I am feeding my family garbage.

Miracles surround us; burning bushes keep revealing the Lord’s work. But we need to stop and notice.

Christmas is the chance to welcome the stranger; to be the good innkeeper and not the bad one.

Is it conceit or coincidence that a saint who was conceived without sin is the patron of a country that believes the same about itself?

In Honduras, paradise and hell are next-door neighbors, and you can hear the gunshots at night from both places.

I cannot continue to hide the enduring pain that I feel because of a vile and humiliating incident 30 years ago.