A Cloud of Witnesses

A Cloud of Witnesses

I first encountered St. John Bosco as a second- or third-grader, in one of the old Catholic readers that even then were going out of fashion. We read that he used juggling and acrobatic feats as a way to attract the attention of street children so that he could share...
Darkness and Light

Darkness and Light

Lully, lullah, thou little tiny child, Bye bye, lully, lullay. Thou little tiny child, Bye bye, lully, lullay. Herod the king in his raging Set forth upon this day By his decree, no life spare thee All children young to slay All children young to slay The above...
In the Sight of the Angels

In the Sight of the Angels

I remain a parishioner at the church where I was baptized 55 years ago, meaning I have spent well over 2,000 Sunday mornings there. As a child, my mind and my eyes tended to wander, and the stained glass windows provided both entertainment and enlightenment, as they...
Potter and Clay

Potter and Clay

Abba, Abba Father. You are the potter; we are the clay, the Work of Your hands . . . That is the beginning of a song I remember singing often at morning Mass when I was an 8th grader in parochial school. You probably recall the hymnal; it was ubiquitous in the early...
God’s Mysterious Mercy

God’s Mysterious Mercy

“With many such parables he spoke the word to them as they were able to understand it. Without parables he did not speak to them, but to his own disciples he explained everything in private” (Mark 4:33-34). When I read these words from today’s Gospel, I found myself...
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