I experienced my first sacrament April 10, 1955, at St. Rose of Lima in Brooklyn. Father T. Austin Murphy did the honors, seven years before he became an auxiliary bishop for the diocese.

I’m just not good with plants. I’m not sure whether they don’t care for me or I’m just not destined for plant greatness, but my plants never survive.

Father Kenneth Doyle fields questions about the liturgical end of the Christmas season and rubrics involving extraordinary ministers of holy Communion.

The nature of true argument is not to destroy the interlocutor. It’s not even to “win,” really. The point of debate and argument in the classical sense it to delve into and arrive at the Truth.

As I’m walking across the parking lot, I sense that something is different, but I can’t put my finger on it.

Something about January puts me in a soup mood. This week I made Italian wedding soup.

Mercy heals. It’s something God offers us and it’s something we should offer to others when we can see that they have given up on themselves.

When I hear snow is coming, I can’t wait to start baking.

I shall try my best to keep up my part of praying for my friends, family and acquaintances … but THANK GOD we have God to handle and keep up with the heavy duty stuff.  

Paul McMullen remembers a 2019 that celebrated his siblings.