Like the men of Galilee present at the ascension of Jesus, we search the skies for unclouded meaning.

The church needs our young people. But we elders cannot nurture them in the faith if we repel them.

It is time for us to understand how this keeps happening and to stop it. We women are being called to shake things up.

Like the apostles, we have been sent out two by two to proclaim the message of Jesus with our imperfect lives.

Pretrial freedom should not belong only to those who can purchase it.

When we bargain with God, we espouse a God who keeps score, rather than the God who loves us no matter what.

There have been times when I have only held onto my Catholic faith by the smallest of fingernails. I am a doubter. I am a protester.

Every year, my sister and I take the anniversary of each of our parents’ deaths off and spend it together. We go to the cemetery and to Mass, and gather the memories and the mourning into our arms and hearts for one more year.

Many of us have learned the hard way that “L.G.B.T.” is a trigger for some Catholics to become very un-Christian.

May we repent as we worship at the altar of the gun, even to the point of sacrificing our own children.