The Year of the Pig, which begins today, comes every 12 years, so I’ve lived through a couple of them. But this is the first one I’ve celebrated.

We can encounter God in the awesome majesty of a mountaintop sunrise or a scrunched bouquet of dandelion’s in a child’s fist.

It has been cold this week, though not as cold as it has been in some parts of the country. I couldn’t make outdoor play possible every day, but we did have scissors and colored paper.

Catholic Schools Week always serves as a time to reflect upon the many gifts that those institutions give us: a solid education, a deeper faith and lasting friendships.

There is divinity flowing though us all the time. We just have to believe that. And then winter will turn to spring. 

May februum, the month of February, be the beginning of that deep purification that will renew and beautify the temple of the church.

There’s something about the Bay Bridge.

A sister gives the greatest gift of all to her sibling.

Children at Mass aren’t Catholics in training. They are Catholics. They are already members of our community. As one of our favorite priests once said, “Children aren’t the future of the Church. They are the Church.”

Abandoning the convictions of one’s conscience in the exercise of one’s public duties is precisely equivalent to “I’m personally opposed but unwilling to take concrete action to instantiate my opposition.”