Minute Meditations

The last line of St. Francis’ prayer presents us with one of the paradoxes of the spiritual journey.

Like Christ, who died upon another tree, our oak had to expire in order to inspire.

Will I see my dog heaven? The question may sometimes sound a bit naïve and simplistic.

One morning, we began walking at around 7:30. My body felt good, and I was walking at a fairly quick clip. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, a couple of pilgrims took the inside of a sharp curve and blew right ...

In Francis’ day, some people admired him very much for thinking in new ways.

The mystic knows in a uniquely graced way these mysteries that we believe and live out as we try to be true to the mystery of our baptism.