Over 20 years ago, I was a college student who didn’t want to return to an unstable home. So instead, I found a job as a lifeguard at a Christian summer camp in the Texas Hill Country.
Death and Dying
Posted inArts & Culture, Books
Review: Virginia Konchan, a poet of miracles
In ‘Requiem,’ her fifth book, Virginia Konchan takes the sacred seriously. She’s jocular with her subjects, including God, yet in doing so she demonstrates sustained attention toward the divine. God is among her natural poetic vocabulary.
Posted inFaith, Faith in Focus
Choosing to be with my father when he died was a hard decision. It was also a good one.
Like my discernment to enter religious life, it was a gut reaction I acted on and did not look back.
Posted inPolitics & Society, Short Take
Patients deserve better than medical assistance in dying
When people face incurable illness, fear of the unknown is a major force that can drive their thinking. The task of physicians is to help calm people and correct their misunderstandings.
Posted inArts & Culture, Poetry
Catalog of Cures in Ordinary Time
Like little sunsets, like a song
of ascents, I wish to remember my father.
Posted inFaith, Vatican Dispatch
A final goodbye to my friend, Pope Francis
My wife and I lost a friend on earth, Gerard O’Connell writes, but we now have a friend in heaven.
Posted inFaith, News
Vatican releases Pope Francis’ final testament
In his brief final testament, Pope Francis asked to be buried at Rome’s Basilica of St. Mary Major and said he had offered his suffering for peace in the world.
Posted inFaith, News
Pope Francis died after stroke and heart attack, Vatican says
Pope Francis died April 21 after suffering a stroke and heart attack, said the director of Vatican City State’s department of health services. The pope had also gone into a coma.
Posted inFaith
A prayer for our beloved Pope Francis
Loving God, today, we grieve for our beloved Pope Francis.
Posted inFaith, Faith in Focus
What the death of my dog taught me about Ash Wednesday
Caring for my senior dog was a masterclass in that Lenten refrain: “Remember you are dust and to dust you shall return.” It was my soul that she was training.