A few weeks ago our friend Annie traveled to Israel to visit family there. Her airplane landed there on Palm Sunday, and she even texted me from the airport to tell me she was there.

We celebrate, we loudly proclaim “Alleluia,” but we also hover in that upper room, wondering what this event means for the rest of our lives. As Christians, it is the question we cannot deny or avoid. It’s the pivotal question of our entire existence.

Most of all, ask yourself, “what role should I play in serving God?” The answer is simple. Show up and give everything you’ve got.

The Trash Bashers of St. Mary of the Assumption in Govans take pride in their attempts to beautify York Road.

Sixteen years ago today our niece was born! She was my very first niece (or nephew), and becoming an aunt brought tremendous joy.

Imagine how different the story might have been if the women had not gone to the tomb while others slept, had not discovered the body gone, had not listened to the angels or had not run to tell the stunning news of Christ’s resurrection that changed everything.

At Ash Wednesday Mass, our family was asked to carry up the gifts. Then on Easter Sunday, our family was asked again.

Father Doyle fields questions about the Catholic Church’s position on Medjugorje and when a reconciled married couple can receive Communion.

It was completely rewarding to watch these hundreds of parishioners so devoted to their town parishes as they reenacted Jesus’ crucifixion.

The Pope Emeritus did the Church a service by offering a diagnosis of the abuse crisis that should be taken seriously by anyone serious about healing the wounds inflicted on the Body of Christ by the abuse of Holy Orders for wicked, self-indulgent purposes.