Regardless of the God whom we worship, we are family if our religion is rooted in love.
There is joy in the world where one would otherwise presume it ought not to be.
“She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless clime and starry sky,”
I was six years old when the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated. His dream did not die with him.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Happy New Year!
First I was a child.
There was a time when all of our daily rhythms were governed by the light of day. With no electricity, when the daylight was out we were up; and when the night fell so did we – asleep.
We have entered my favorite time of year on the liturgical calendar: Advent.
Among the things I value from my days as a Catholic, good liturgical music is at the top of the list.