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On February 4, 2015, at Vatican City, Pope Francis stated, “Every family needs a father who shares in his family’s joy and pain, hands down wisdom to his children, and offers them firm guidance and love. Being a father is not easy. It takes lots of patience and grace.’’
Recently there has been published a missalette which embodies a rather new concept for popular participation at Holy Mass in our churches and chapels.
I’m a work-aholic.
It runs in my family, but it also just comes with the territory of being a mother.
There are always dishes to do, clothes to clean, mouths to feed, carpets to vacuum. Not to mention children to police, homework to help with, activities to run to.
The list never stops, so neither do I.
And my children notice.
SB 360, a piece of proposed legislation currently making its way through the California state senate, should alarm not only every Catholic in the country, but indeed the adepts of any religion.
Msgr. James Bartylla gave the following homily at the White Mass held on May 19 at St. Maria Goretti Church in Madison.
Memorial Day began as Decoration Day. In 1868, Major General John A. Logan, commander in chief of the Grand Army of the Republic, proclaimed the first official Memorial Day.
My fondest memories of summer are the times spent with my favorite aunt at her cottage nestled in the Adirondack Mountains.
As a middle school teacher, she had a gift for relating to kids in a way very different from parents, like a wise friend or a trusted confidante.
I treasure the time when I treated my mother to lunch at Sunshine restaurant in Dubuque, Iowa.
She went around the crowded restaurant pointing to me and proudly telling complete strangers, “That’s my son. He is a priest.”
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There were more Christian martyrs in the 20th century than in all of the previous 19 centuries combined. Hitler, Stalin, Mao, Pol Pot, and many of their lesser-known totalitarian colleagues put millions of Christians to death for their faith in that terrible 100-year period.
God gave me an unexpected forced retreat last month, a literal message to “slow down.”
I was on my way to an indoor water park, traveling a few cars behind my children’s school bus in order to help chaperone at the park.
It was the day of a spring snow storm, and I hit an icy patch and started sliding off the road.
