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“I came that they might have life, and have it to the full”

Denver-wyd-edit3 (John 10:10- Theme from World Youth Day, 1993)   “A thousand years in your eyes are merely a day gone by…”, so says the Psalmist in Psalm 90. It hasn’t been a thousand years, but thirty years has certainly swept by since Pope Saint John Paul II instituted the first World Youth Day in Rome in 1986. Over the course of these thirty years I have only been able to attend one of these great gatherings of faithful, in 1993 in Denver, Colorado. I still recall much of that week, some of it vividly, from 23 years ago. Having recently...

“Preach the Gospel at all times, if necessary, use words”

Screen shot 2016-07-18 at 3.38.16 pm Our student house in Chicago, Saint Clare Friary, is settled in two separate, but very nearby buildings. Everyday those of us who live in Saint Agnes Friary walk over to the main house, Saint Clare, for Morning Prayer and Mass and again later in the day for Evening Prayer and supper. Not to mention the countless other times for meetings, to get mail, and everything in between. Recently one of our brothers was walking over in the morning when he noticed a police patrol car coming toward him on the street with his lights flashing. As he stood on the...

The Yokes We Bear

Screen shot 2016-01-26 at 7.03.28 pm  large St. Kateri Tekakwitha (USA) Matthew 11:28-30 As I write this, the news reports are just coming in about a horrific and apparent terrorist attack in Nice, France in which 77 people were killed and many others injured as a man drove a truck at high speed through a crowd watching Bastille Day fireworks.  Earlier today a mother in Kalamazoo, Michigan was charged with murdering her four year-old child.  According to prosecutors, the girl had 91 abrasions and 33 bruises on her torso alone.  Her mother explained that she beat her daughter regularly—often several times a day—because...

Keep, Ancient Lands, Your Storied Pomp

Statue-of-liberty-1075752 960 720 Having been born on the 4th of July, my parents used to their advantage, as long as they could feasibly do so, the festivities of the day to celebrate my birthday.  My first memories of birthdays as a child left me with a feeling that the whole neighborhood, city, even country were availing themselves of the opportunity to celebrate the anniversary of my birth.  That impression did not stay with me very long as I gradually learned the significance of the actually anniversary the nation recalls that day.  As the years continue to pass by, and I...