A few mornings ago, I went to sit at my regular pew at daily Mass and there was the most lovely little prayer card, just lying there on the seat.

The Advent season and scripture readings are filled with seeming contradictions.

There’s a sense of humility that permeates this time of year for me. I’m reminded that we are temporal beings and that time brings the latter seasons whether we’re ready or not.

The Bishops of the US have invited us into a three-year process for deepening our relationship in Christ as Eucharistic People.

Despite its difficulties these days, I like very much, being a man. Yes… I said the “M” word out loud. If gasping in shock is required here then go right ahead.

I sought to welcome God consciously into every disturbing thought, feeling, emotion, and situation, and into every encounter with another person or group, whether outwardly or in my thoughts—and then let go.

Hope may be another name for the Holy Spirit. Hope may not be some thing. It may not even be a virtue. Hope may be the very well-spring of God’s Spirit dwelling within us and all of creation.

The “Take this” of Jesus is the offer of the most precious gift in the universe: the very life of Christ