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I have trust issues. Not with everyone. No, my trust issues are with the Catholic Church. I know that may seem odd considering that I work for a Catholic organization, but let me explain.
Ephesians 4:4–6 speaks of those Christians as needing a unity in body, spirit, hope, Lord, faith, Baptism, and God. A note in the New American Bible identifies these seven unities as the basis, in reverse order, for later creeds. What do these unities mean in a person’s spiritual life?
Shouldn’t this spot where Jesus died be marked by a miraculous “glow ” as a sacred site having wondrous properties? Why is the spot where Our Lady of Lourdes appeared marked with more precision than the spot where Jesus died?
Christ said, “[I was] naked, and you clothed me, ill and you cared for me, in prison and you visited me” (Mt 25:36). We need to visit the sick.
Sister Rose Pacatte, FSP, reviews Eighth Grade, Ant-Man and the Wasp, and Unbroken: Path to Redemption.
In an era when people form and reinforce their opinions entirely within a chosen bubble of like minds, any earnest quest for truth seems almost quaint. How did truth become so passé?
Saint Clare of Assisi offered a new approach to authority and sisterhood, to community prayer, to the enclosure, and to financial security.
I have an announcement to make: My kids are not perfect. They never have been; they never will be. They throw fits, argue with one another, cop attitudes, and don’t always listen very well. They’re kids. And I love them more than anything.
And here’s my second announcement: I’m not a perfect mom. In fact, I don’t know any mom who is. I lose my temper, feed my kids fast food more than I should, let them watch too much TV, and probably should scale back on their activities.
Pope John XXIII, as Pope Francis said, “was a country priest, the priest who loves all the faithful, who knows how to care for the faithful, and this he did as a bishop, and as a nuncio.”
Capuchin Friar, Mystic
(1887–1968)
Padre Pio, a Capuchin friar of peasant background, spent virtually his entire life in a monastery in southern Italy. In most respects he was indistinguishable from his fellow friars. But for some mysterious purpose, Padre Pio was set apart. For the thousands of pilgrims who flocked to hear him say Mass, or to have him hear their confessions, or simply to rest their gaze on his bandaged hands, he was living proof for the existence of God.
