Alongside the sounds of life, the digital world provides plenty of sound, noise and input that fills not only our ears but our brains, sometimes to the point where we feel overloaded with visual, audible and intellectual stimuli.

I’m not traveling toward totality, and I’m not sure how much I will see of the eclipse. But I’ll be remembering that early-morning trip with my father to see a comet that only passes us every 76 years.

In “Refugee on the Threshold,” Timothy Leacock tells of the long and harrowing journey of a Somalian man whose life was threatened by the terrorist group Al-Shabaab after he applied for a government job.

Every time we hear the ancient words, in the quiet of the nursery or the hush of the sanctuary, the soul shivers with recognition.

The personal spiritual blessings that proceed from eucharistic adoration are rich and abundant.

Prayer is also merely dialogue whose simplicity can resemble all the manner of conversations we have throughout our days, large and small, pleasant or sarcastic or even heated.

The story of the two disciples journeying to Emmaus (Lk 24:13-35) emphasizes how belief in the Resurrection is not a matter of mere reason or facts, but of a real encounter with the Risen Lord.

The joy found in the paschal candle is actually a sign of the joy we find in the resurrected Christ, who brings light out of darkness.

Easter means that what is ugliest in our lives is made not only beautiful, but glorious.

Just as an old car is most thoroughly restored when its body is removed from its frame, something like that happens when we die: our body and soul are separated until the resurrection of the dead.