You can sit back and watch. You can join the screaming crowds. Or you can walk right beside Jesus, moment by moment, day after day, of this powerful, emotional journey.

Faith is faith in any language. We don’t need to understand the words to feel it in our hearts.

I’ve visited the grand cathedral a few times since the late 1990s. It is an impressive place to visit and to pray.

Somehow, in the midst of all the updates that statues had been removed for cleaning and that much of the artwork had been carried out safely, I couldn’t find anything about the Blessed Sacrament.

What’s your favorite spring flower? I never can decide. I love the yellows that kick of spring, especially the forsythia and the daffodils.

I just wanted to assure you that I am still living at the cathedral rectory. I’ve been able to keep my residence. Please pray that I’ll be able to keep my sanity! 

Some legislators – at the state and federal level – are so afraid of anything that acknowledges the humanity of an unborn child that they cannot imagine granting any kind of protection, even when it should be obvious.

Were we present at Jesus’ crucifixion? We were, and we are. We can place ourselves in that moment, meditating again on the tremendous sacrifice Jesus made for each of us on the cross. We were there. This Lent we are there.

And this is what Jesus offers us; the comfort we need to get through our hard times without necessarily experiencing his physical presence.

Much as I cannot believe it, our older son is in fifth grade. And we’re not all that far from the end of school.On a school field trip this week, he and his fellow fifth graders climbed aboard school buses and traveled to the middle school they’ll be attending in September. Afterward, I asked a […]