I’ve been thinking lately about prayers for the sick.

It was a simple exchange—but I was struck by the power and the beauty of that interaction between a husband and wife.

Fall is such a beautiful season. I do love the mums and the pumpkins and the wondering when my children will tell me what they want to be for Halloween so we can make a mad dash to the store to find costumes.

We want to believe the sun will rise tomorrow and we’ll embrace the fullness of another day. We must live life with that hope. There is no other way.

Catholicism is dying in the German-speaking world, not because the Gospel has been proclaimed and found incredible or hard, but because it hasn’t been proclaimed with joy, confidence, and zeal.

Father Doyle fields questions on heaven and raising children in the faith when in a mixed marriage.

It was a special day—just as each and every day is. And it was made even more special by this unparalleled gift from a friend.

The power of evil destroys life. We share the power of God when we give life.

A mother and father share their reasons for supporting their son’s exploration of the priesthood.

Today is my husband’s birthday! I don’t know how we will celebrate, but our boys and I picked out a few gifts, and we each chose a card for him.