Whatever happened to the sacred? People seem suspicious of it.
"O Lord—how long?" can just be a prayer for patience in places like the airport or the department of motor vehicles—or it can be something more.
Every year on November 1, All Saints Day, I remember Sacred Heart cemetery in the town I grew up in.
This is a Mother's Day message for all mothers who just want to lie down. Mothers who don't have nannies, babysitters, housekeepers, or cleaning ladies. This is for all the mothers who don't have help.
Every year on November 1, All Saints Day, I remember Sacred Heart cemetery in the town where I grew up. It was a huge Polish cemetery situated on a long sloping hill next to a busy intersection. Starting at dusk on November 1, the eve of the Catholic All Souls Day, the entire cemetery would be lit up with thousands of red votive candles on nearly every grave. It looked like the dead were getting ready to have a party and had turned on all the lights in the house.
Today's reflection by Tina Villa: In recognition of these and all other burdens carried by mothers, I’d like to suggest: sit down—or better yet, lie down—and repeat to yourself today’s scripture.