Kathy Coffey

Sit in silence for a few moments. Feel your heart beat and your breath as you inhale and exhale. During this time, there is nothing to accomplish.

The presence or chorus of the saints—living and dead—reassures us that we never travel alone. They might say, “we got your back.”

It’s a mistake to put St. Peter on a pedestal when we can learn more from the bumbling oaf he really was. Couldn’t he do better than tell Jesus to get lost? (“Depart from me for I am a sinful man.”)

When God sees the shining saints, God once again looks on creation and finds it very good. The saints aren’t dour, but fun to be around.

The peregrine falcon, spotted fawn, playful dolphin: all show us different faces of God. A hummingbird smaller than most human fists can fly over 500 miles without resting. Each one visits 1,000 flowers a day and can dive at 60 mph.

Francis once told a cardinal, “The Lord has told me that he wanted to make a new fool of me.” How many of us would boast that we’re idiots?